We love things that are dangerous yet sexy. We love things that are powerful and wise.
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.
For with G. D. , to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.
It's not so unusual to run out of someone else's currency.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.
When we did art with the kids, the demons would lie down.
Doctors are busy playing God when so few of us have the qualifications. And besides, the job is taken.