When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.

I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends.

Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching?

THE HEART'S DEAD ARE NEVER BURIED.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

It was hard to know what to make of the brothers' dark infatuation with death. It was strange, wildly anomalous in sun-baked Southern California, where the light is so bright it bleaches the shadows.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone.

You don't need easy, you just need possible.

We have to do much more than believe if we really want to change things.

Many kids in foster homes have a lot of emotions that are hard to get out. It's important to let them know they can make a difference in the community.

You have to talk about what you love, to bring what you love to you.

Who can undo What time hath done? Who can win back the wind? Reckon lost music from a broken lute? Renew the redness of a last year's rose? Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?

The focus of Satan's efforts is always the same: to deceive us into believing that the passing pleasures of sin are more satisfying than obedience.

There is no substitute for face-to-face reporting and research.