Life without Liberty is like a body without spirit. Liberty without thought is like a disturbed spirit.

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.

Some think I wink at them when I shut my eyes to avoid their sight.

And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.