Hundreds of hysterical persons must confuse these phenomena with messages from the beyond and take their glory to the bishop rather than the eye doctor.
We could all use the power of prayer now and then, but it seems to me that the people who are sure they have a direct line to heaven are most often calling collect with bad news.
Humor is next to Godliness.
The reality of the gospel is greater than reason.
If, when I die, I come face to face with God, I will allow him to seek my forgiveness.
She has decided to appear to nobody but the feckless.
Just because you don’t like peanut butter doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t like . . . peanuts.
The noblest pleasure is praying.
We sometimes congratulate someone, not because we value or find worthy what they have just achieved, but only because we fear coming across as jealous.
We spend a huge chunk of our lives worrying about whether or not we will eventually get the person and/or the things we need or want. Once we get them, we spend the rest of our lives worrying about whether or not we will eventually lose them.
Just because he likes the same bizzaro crap as you doesn't mean he's your soul mate.
Because, Jack, you volunteered to be taken down into eternal torment in place of her. This is the absolute minimum (unless I'm mistaken) that any female requires from her man.
I shall now explain my plan. You may then speak, but only to amend the detail. The broad outline is not subject to negotiation. Are you ready? Good … I propose to have sex with you. I believe it will be excellent sex. Your obedience on one particular issue of timing it will be required to make it unforgettable sex. I will explain that issue as we go. At the moment, I wish to hear your inevitable objection to the general sex part of this plan.
Joe Spork opens the door. The man departs. Joe turns to Polly to say something about how they’re obviously not going to Portsmouth, and finds an oyster knife balanced on his cheek, just under his eye. “Can we be very clear,” Polly Cradle murmurs, “that I am not your booby sidekick or your Bond girl? That I am an independent supervillain in my own right?” Joe swallows. “Yes, we can,” he says carefully. “There will therefore be no more ‘Say hello, Polly’?” “There will not.
You aren’t married married until three days into a discussion about if getting a toaster oven would be worth sacrificing the counter space.
If my husband is working for Rose, he should not come to Mary for salary at the end of the month.
When in pain, prayer is said with painless effort.
I pretend I'm not afraid all the time,' he said. 'We have a name for that ... we call that courage.
The price of your birthday outfits should go costlier with respect to the ages you lived.
We are unable to discount the hypotheses that the world began three years ago.
