It happened every single day in Brooklyn: awaken to fresh glory, fall asleep to blight and ruin.

Friendship is a strange animal. It only thrives in voluntary enjoyment of each other's company, in the pleasure of nonobligatory connection. I repeat: You owe me nothing.

Nothing is inanimate

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

Luck is a woman. She's drawn to those that least deserve her.

When it comes to soul, Dennis Marcellino redefines the term. His remarkable tone and feel are full of passion and soulful expression.

Things don't happen to you, they happen for you.

Advanced meditation is facing the immensity of eternity, embracing that which terrifies you and frightens you and loving it because it's God. You are God.

The law condemns and punishes only actions within certain definite and narrow limits; it thereby justifies, in a way, all similar actions that lie outside those limits.

Women, then, are only children of a larger growth

I may be wrong, but I'm never in doubt.