Civilization is hideously fragile. . . there's not much between us and the Horrors underneath, just about a coat of varnish.
In every good man a God doth dwell.
To err is human. To repeat error is of the Devil.
You learn to know a pilot in a storm.
I know that nothing comes to pass but what God appoints; our fate is decreed, and things do not happen by chance, but every man's portion of joy and sorrow is predetermined.
The worst evil of all is to leave the ranks of the living before one dies.
He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong to him.
Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!
But why doesn't the Gospel ever say that Christ laughed?" I asked, for no good reason. "Is Jorge right?" "Legions of scholars have wondered whether Christ laughed. The question doesn't interest me much. I believe he never laughed, because, omniscient as the son of God had to be, he knew how we Christians would behave. . . .
Writing for somebody else is really fun 'cause I consider myself a songwriter first and foremost.
My mother was always expanding my art skills and getting me to paint different things. You always got to push some. And, I mean, I learned basic things like getting up on time, how to shop - you know, you don't touch things in a store you're not going to buy. These things were taught very young. I don't see today enough of this basic, you know, basic skill teaching.