I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

She said that the breath of God was his breath yet$$$ though it pass from man to man through all of time.

In the history of the world$$$ it might even be that there was more punishment than crime.

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.

If there is an occupational hazard to writing$$$ it's drinking.

The world of our fathers resides within us. Ten thousand generations and more. A form without a history has no power to perpetuate itself. What has no past can have no future.

He lay in the dark thinking of all the things he did not know about his father and he realized that the father he knew was all the father he would ever know.

When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.

If everbody went crazy together$$$ nobody would notice.

Sweet like candy to my soul. Sweet you rock and sweet you roll. Lost for you$$$ I'm so lost for you.