In short, liturgies make us certain kinds of people, and what defines us is what we love.
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Under the president's spying program, there are no checks and balances. There is no outside review of the legality of this brazen infringement on the civil rights and liberties of the American people. Undeterred by the public outcry, the president [George Bush] vows to continue spying on American citizens.
You can only make a difference by being different.
Beware of prejudice; light is good in whatsoever lamp it is burning; a rose is beautiful in whatever garden it may bloom.
Know that you were made [the way you are] for a reason.