My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow.

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The true beauty of a woman is her inherent ability to make better a man in every way.

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Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom.

245

Death may indeed be final but the love we share while living is eternal.

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On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.

216

What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.

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Any day above ground is a good one.

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