I believe that in spite of the chains we bind ourselves with, there's a primordial section of the human psyche that is still nomadic and still yearns to roam free.
Some men see mountains as obstacles. Others as a canvas.
The truest grace is not to forgive, but to have never found fault.
We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.
Suffering ceases to be suffering when we form a clear picture of it.
Mr. Dallstrom is a bald, scarecrow of a man with a poochy stomache. Think of a pregnant Abraham Lincoln.