The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.

The joys of friendship inert the heart and fizzy home bouncing jubilantly with laughter-buttered love.

Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.

Blunders, no, only friendship binds us to honesty - attracting crypts of mushrooms in the wake of our snowboards.

We can graciously survive life by faith.

Abandon anything in your life and habits that might be holding you back.

Love is the end of sympathy.

Finally, we see that there is no one and nothing but God.

I think my sense of humor is really dark and super twisted and stuff like that. It's like, "Is this a funny joke for real? Or am I just rich?" See? That was funny.

Organized greed always defeats disorganized democracy.

You’re not looking at Morris Cerullo; you’re looking at God; you’re looking at Jesus.

I suspect that my thinking is an eclectic mix, not pure net-net because I couldn’t do it anyway so you have to have a new something to hang your hat on. But the framework stays the same.

But Father has also taught him: Treat a man as if he had a fine reputation to protect, and he will usually endeavor to deserve it.

I dedicated all the time I had to it. The 10 hour workout was just what I put in the magazine at the time, but for me it was every waking moment.