| My prayer today is that God insulates me from the world and doesn’t allow me to isolate myself from it. Country doesn’t belong in the city. |
| Life’s lesson #192: You can turn a housewife into a whore, but you can never turn a whore into a housewife. |
We view peoples portraits painted with the shattered blood stained brushes of their defeats and pain and losses rather than taking time to view the artist.
An itch of action a foot of dedication and a yard of perseverance is worth more than a mile of worry
| Don’t stop to smell the flowers of others, rather pull them from the ground and plant them in your garden. Control the beauty, don’t just admire it. |