Somewhere deep down there's a decent man in me, he just can't be found.
This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.
Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.
Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants.
And in today already walks tomorrow.
When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, this is madness.
Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.
Songs are like myths. Myths are useful because they allow you to cast yourself and your life and your own experience. And for some people, 'Fire and Rain' speaks to them in that way.
You can have it all, just not all at the same time.
The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider. . . abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: his wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire.
Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.