It's such a corrosive chemical: fame.

By some people the meal itself is a long delay between the appetizer and the dessert.

Borscht is more than a soup, it's a weather vane. When my family says they want hot borscht I know winter is coming, and when they want cold borscht I know how far can spring be behind?

So the legs are little short, the knees maybe knock a little but who listens?

I'm a firm believer in anxiety and the power of negative thinking.

... for fog was merely a cloud that wasn't too smitten with itself to visit terra firma.

Color is only beautiful when it means something.

I have always felt, ” he said, “that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats

We get most of our energy from complications.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.

In saffron-colored mantle from the tides Of Oceans rose the Morning to bright light TO gods and men.

I die in sleep, and sleep is death and death is unknown, and unknown is God.

God is beautiful and He loves beauty.

Live forgiveness every day rather than just talking about it on Sunday.