Could I But Lay My Head In

Lord, Ye Gave Me A Rare Woman, And God! I Loved Her Well.

What Underlies Great Science Is What Underlies Great Art, Whether It Is Visual Or Written, And That Is The Ability To Distinguish Patterns Out Of Chaos.

I Hated Him For As Long As I Could. But Then I Realized That Loving Him...that Was A Part Of Me, And One Of The Best Parts. It Didn't Matter That He Couldn't Love Me, That Had Nothing To Do With It. But If I Couldn't Forgive Him, Then I Could Not Love Him, And That Part Of Me Was Gone. And I Found Eventually That I Wanted It Back." ({lord John, Drums Of Autumn}

I Know Why The Jews And Muslims Have Nine Hundred Names For God; One Small Word Is Not Enough For Love.

There Comes A Turning Point In Intense Physical Struggle Where One Abandons Oneself To A Profligate Usage Of Strength And Bodily Resource, Ignoring The Costs Until The Struggle Is Over. Women Find This Point In Childbirth; Men In Battle.