Pastoral Resources

Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.

This battle for 'common-sense' gun control laws pits emotion and passion against logic and reason. All too often in such a contest, logic loses. So, expect more meaningless, if not harmful, 'gun control' legislation. Good news - if you're a crook.

Sometimes I like them artificial and sometimes I like them real. And the reason is because sometimes I like a real close sound. And I like a very specific snare sound and I can't get that in the big room.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

All human language draws its nature and value from the fact that it both comes from the Word of God and is chosen by God to manifest himself. But this relationship is secret and incomprehensible, beyond the bounds of reason and analysis.

I always believe there's a reason why you go through everything.

Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.

Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.

Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.

The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode.

The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.

The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.

To the people I forgot, you weren't on my mind for some reason and you probably don't deserve any thanks anyway.

My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.

Everything must justify its existence before the judgment seat of Reason, or give up existence.

I had made a decision early on that we were going to do the right things and that if they worked we were going to be very successful. And if for some reason they didn't, all the claims and the protestations and the excuses wouldn't make any difference.