My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow.
The true beauty of a woman is her inherent ability to make better a man in every way.
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom.
Death may indeed be final but the love we share while living is eternal.
On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.
Any day above ground is a good one.
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