In the end$$$ like so many beautiful promises in our lives$$$ that dinner date never came to be.

Metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

The fruit of silence is prayer$$$ the fruit of prayer is faith$$$ the fruit of faith is love$$$ the fruit of love is service and the fruit of service is peace.

I do not pray for success$$$ I ask for faithfulness.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak$$$ but their echoes are truly endless.

Even now—in the final hour of my life—I'm falling in love again.

I was wasting my time$$$ praying for love. For a love that never comes$$$ from someone who does not exist.

It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Capitalism means that a few people will do very well$$$ and the rest will serve the few.