All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.
You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.
Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.
Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.
I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better
Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.