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I consider myself a believer in something much bigger than myself, thank God. — Katy Perry

If you bear the cross unwillingly, you make it a burden, and load yourself more heavily; but you must bear it. — Thomas A Kempis

I think a lot of America turned to art and culture after Sept. 11. I know the sales of bibles went shooting up, but so did the sales of poetry. I think in a crisis one looks to one's culture, partially to give validation to why one would want that culture to survive. — Art Spiegelman

Take the first A out of Abraham and put it at the end. You get Brahama. There's the ancient connection right there. — Ashwin Sanghi

Would You Wear My Eyes? — Bob Kaufman

Try not to be four years into a relationship when it suddenly dawns on you that the guy you're with is a big, selfish jerk. — Greg Behrendt

who can look at those millions of worlds and not feel that there may well be wonderful universes above us where reason is utterly unreasonable?" "No," said the other priest; "reason is always reasonable, even in the last limbo, in the lost borderland of things. I know that people charge the Church with lowering reason, but it is just the other way. Alone on earth, the Church makes reason really supreme. Alone on earth, the Church affirms that God himself is bound by reason." The other priest raised his austere face to the spangled sky and said: "Yet who knows if in that infinite universe - ?" "Only infinite physically," said the little priest, turning sharply in his seat, "not infinite in the sense of escaping from the laws of truth." Valentin — G.K. Chesterton

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes. — Marquis De Sade

when we sit with discomfort without trying to fix it, when we stay present to the pain of disapproval or betrayal and let it soften us, these are the times that we connect with bodhichitta. Tapping — Pema Chodron

And since we don't just forget things because they don't matter but also forget things because they matter too much because each of us remembers and forgets in a pattern whose labyrinthine windings are an identification mark no less distinctive than a fingerprint's, it's no wonder that the shards of reality one person will cherish as a biography can seem to someone else who, say, happened to have eaten some ten thousand dinners at the very same kitchen table, to be a willful excursion into mythomania — Philip Roth