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He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.
Man must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values... God made life simple. It is man who complicates it.
I like a man who smells good. Puts on cologne; lotions his body. It keeps me wanting. I like feeling that way.
I'd like to meet god. Not to question it, just to have a peak at what it is. I say 'it' because we don't know what it is.
They put chains on me; they chained my waist, my legs. Put me in the back of a squad car, and I literally blacked out. I didn't even - there's whole pieces missing.
I know there are nights when I have power, when I could put on something and walk in somewhere, and if there is a man who doesn't look at me, it's because he's gay.
Each of us has a natural right, from God, to defend his person, his liberty, and his property.
A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.
