Attempting to identify with the source is an idea. You are already that.
History, of course, is never real. People either glorify it or horrify it. Or at the very least color it.
A woman is like whiskey. She evaporates a little over time, distilled by disappointments and grief. One can never predict if the angels will take the best of her or the worst. Only time will tell if the woman that remains will be bitter, dispirited or aged to perfection.
Life is like the stock market. Some days you're up. Some days you're down. And some days you feel like something the bull left behind.
It's not how you look, it's how you feel in the dark
The lord giveth and most women piss it away. Perhaps this is why they lack the equipment to aim.
Some women can touch a man and heal like Jesus. The man who sees sunrise from a Belle woman's bed will swear he's been born again.
Just as good and virtue, sin and evil can only be given in vigil. Who sleeps, sleeps; for the asleep there is no sin, just as there is no good, nor virtue. There is only sleep.
The ego is not harmonious with happiness and spiritual development. In the process of spiritual transformation we refine it. In the fire of love we melt the ego down.
Like everybody else, when I don't know what else to do, I seem to go in for catching colds.
My nomadic childhood dramatically fed my eventual decision to be an actor, but not in the way you might think