My Home Is Not A Place, It

We Should Have Taken Our Chances Back Then, When We Were Young And Beautiful And Didn't Even Know It.

Our Children Change Us... Whether They Live Or Not.

The Real Unforgivable Acts Are Committed By Calm Men In Beautiful Green Silk Rooms, Who Deal Death Wholesale, By The Shipload, Without Lust, Without Anger, Or Desire, Or Any Redeeming Emotion To Excuse Them But Cold Fear Of Some Pretended Future. But The Crimes They Hope To Prevent In That Future Are Imaginary. The Ones They Commit In The Present - They Are Real.

If The Truth Doesn't Save Us, What Does That Say About Us?

The Principle Difference Between Heaven And Hell Is The Company You Keep There.