For some reason, dying men…
For some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. Perhaps
Mom, what’s it like…
Mom, what’s it like to have the greatest daughter in the world? I don’t know dear… You’ll have to ask grandma.
It is not a lake of love, but a lake…
It is not a lake of love, but a lake of friendship that destroys our
Even the rich are hungry for…
Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for
A friend is one that knows…
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been,
I cannot believe in a God…
I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time. Friedrich
Life is like a speed bicycle…
Life is like a speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use. Charles