Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.
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.
