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Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it read more
Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears, Till in Heaven the deed appears, Pass it on.
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.
As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance read more
As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name.
The social kiss is an exchange of insincerity between two combatants on the field of social advancement. It places hygiene read more
The social kiss is an exchange of insincerity between two combatants on the field of social advancement. It places hygiene before affection and condescension before all else.
When you want to fool the world, tell the truth.
When you want to fool the world, tell the truth.
Who finds a wife finds a good thing, and obtains favor with the Lord.
Who finds a wife finds a good thing, and obtains favor with the Lord.
I spent a lot of time with a crown on my head. [On her beauty pageant days].
I spent a lot of time with a crown on my head. [On her beauty pageant days].
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
