We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.
The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.
Let us hope, that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring.
Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.
It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.
Who of us is mature enough for offspring before the offspring themselves arrive? The value of marriage is not that adults produce children but that children produce adults.
