Dream Song:In the heavens A noise, Like the rustling of the trees.

It is easy to talk on religion, but difficult to practice it.

Ramakrishna

I had my boy in Boston on Easter Sunday. That kills me, from a sports perspective. He's a Boston baby and I'm a New York guy.

Kevin James

In general I was a good kid. It usually took a lot to make me mad. But once I reached the boiling point, I lost all rational control. Totally without thinking, when my anger was aroused, I grabbed the nearest brick, rock, or stick to bash someone. It was as if I had no conscious will in the matter.

Benjamin Carson

Scared, Cold, in pain, the dust hasn't settled yet.Pinned in, crying,my clothes are ripped, red, and wet.Lights, noise, and confusion,all part of the night.I'm going to die alone,give up the fight.Red lights are flashing,mixing with blue.A face appears at my window,the face is you.You're gonna be all rightis the first thing you say.A reassuring voice,someone wants me to stay.You could have been home with family,they need you too.You worked all day at the job,your sleeping hours numbered two.But you went down the hall,hoping your family is OK.Now you're here with me and Death,with comforting words to say.No time for yourself,no thought for your safety.Later you may think,your decision was hasty.Get the Jaws. Watch that gas;Keep the people away.Get his vitals, hose this down.Some things I hear them say.You stand in gas, look in my window,show no fear.I look back at you knowing,your voice is the last I'll ever hear.I fade away as you hold me,while holding back your tears.Thank you for being there,You Brave Volunteers.

Ralph Allen, Brave Volunteers

No man has ever risen to the real stature of spiritual manhood until he has found that it is finer to serve somebody else than it is to serve himself.

Woodrow Wilson

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

John Keats, letter from Joseph S

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.

Charles Caleb Colton

The Establishment center ... has led us into the stupidest and cruelest war in all history. That war is a moral and political disaster -- a terrible cancer eating away at the soul of our nation.

George McGovern

I just bought a small condo overlooking the water. The water is in a cup, one floor below my unit. ?

Jarod Kintz

Truth is truth howe'er it strike.

ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ L

Sell the sizzle, not the steak.

Source Unknown

All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and ghosts of men, and spirits behind those birds of flame. I cannot tell anymore when a door opens or closes, I can only hear the frame saying, Walk through.

Ada Limon