You want to be a bit compulsive in your art or craft or whatever you do.
God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only choice is how.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom but it is always on her heart.
It's not the work which kills people it's the worry. It's not the revolution...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
