Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.

Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.

Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers.

To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

The year 1999, seventh month, [or simply "sept"] From the sky will come a great King of Terror. To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, Before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

The body without soul is no longer at the sacrifice. At the day of death it come to rebirth. The divine spirit will make the soul rejoice seeing the eternity of the world.

The year 1999, seventh month, from the sky will come a great King of Terror: to bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

We need god to prosper those without him will not.

Even in motocross, youre struggling to see people pass each other anymore. There seems to be one line in motocross.

You see, growing in grace doesn't mean doing more or greater things for God. True growth comes in doing the same things over and over, with more heart assurance that we're doing everything for Him.

Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

Travel should rub off Local Prejudices and provide an enlarged and impartial view of Men and Things.

My first guitar, a Fender Jazz Master, I traded it in for a Les Paul Deluxe.

I have a dream that Africa should have one bloc - north to south - we could trade freely, people can move freely and that makes business sense.

If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward April, then we would know.

We don't need to fundamentally transform America. We need to restore America.

The minute there's a map, there is no art. Paint by numbers is not art. Paint by numbers is a mechanical activity.

The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested.