A very Faustian choice is upon us: whether to accept our corrosive and risky behavior as the unavoidable price of population and economic growth or to take stock of ourselves and search for a new environmental ethic.
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence.
All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently link by link with sweat and...
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but...
