she didn’t know what she wanted and she knew how no one ever did...but she did know one thing: she wanted to be found in the rain. She wanted to run wild...she wanted to fall, and feel safe, but dangerous enough to let her heart drop. She wanted love, true love, pure and kind and untouched. The kind that wasn’t ruined by the chaos of the world. The kind you would find in a small coffee shop in some foreign country. That is all she really wanted, and she didn’t know where or how it would appear, but she knew, deep within her, it would show itself in the form of something unexpected.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception

In the dust of defeat as well as in the laurels of victory there is a glory to be found if one has done his best.

The sea is dangerous and its storms terrible, but these obstacles have never been sufficient reason to remain ashore... Unlike the mediocre, intrepid spirits seek victory over those things that seem impossible... It is with an iron will that they embark on the most daring of all endeavors... to meet the shadowy future without fear and conquer the unknown.

History is too important to be left in the past.

A truly rich man is the one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.

"... so this is how democracy ends... with thunderous applause..."

There is no problem that cannot be solved by the use of high explosives.

Once a pastor was taking a walk, hoping to find something to preach on, when he came upon two men in a blacksmith shop. One of the men was using signs to tell the other where to hit and what to do, while the other obeyed his commands. After being confronted by the pastor about not really be a blacksmith, the manager replied, "This man here is mentally handicapped, and for all he knows, he's pounding it into nothing. But I am turning it into a work of art."

I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love,
That my manifold sins are forgiven;
That Christ, as my Advocate, pleadeth above,
That my name is recorded in Heaven.
I want every moment to feel
That Thy Spirit resides in my heart ─
That His power is present to cleanse and to heal,
And newness of life to impart.
I want ─ Oh! I want to attain
Some likeness; my Saviour, to Thee!
That longed-for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.
I want to be marked for Thine own ─
Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
To receive that new name on that mystic white stone
Which none but Thyself can declare.
I want so in Thee to abide
As to bring forth some fruit to Thy praise;
The branch which Thou prunest, though feeble and dried,
May, languish, but never decays.
I want, by my aspect serene,
My actions and words, to declare
That my treasure is placed in a country unseen,
That my heart’s best affections are there.
I want as a trav’ller to haste
Straight onward, nor pause on my way;
Nor fore thought in anxious contrivance to waste
On the tent only pitched for a day.
I want ─ and this sums up my prayer ─
To glorify Thee till I die;
Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care,
And breath out in faith my last sigh.