Applaud my idiocy.

A spiritual life without prayer is like the gospel without Christ.

The soul of the artist cannot remain hidden.

Sometimes the only way to call attention to bad construction was to set fire to the building.

Drownin'$$$ in the sea of love. Where everyone would love to drown.

The whole world is in distress. He$$$ who believes in the Name$$$ becomes victorious.

What we don't understand we can make mean anything.

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere$$$ I drifted off for a moment.

If they invent a car that runs on stupid jokes$$$ you could go far.

The world is an inherently unfair place.