Places remember events.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on.

And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness.