Stop Trying To Control Everything And Just

Really, Just Looking Around, You Feel A Twinge Of Pity For The Poor Souls Who Succeeded In Getting Past The Pearly Gates. One Can't Help But Picture The Lackluster Vip Lounge In Heaven, A Kind Of Nonalcoholic Ice-cream Social Starring Harriet Beecher Stowe And Mahatma Gandhi. Hardly Anyone's Idea Of A "with-it" Social Register.

I'm Not So Much A Good Friend As I'm The Savior Who Wants You To Worship Him Forever.

They Assume She Was Once Gorgeously Beautiful. Because Now She Looks So—bad.

You Have A Choice. Live Or Die. Every Breath Is A Choice. Every Minute Is A Choice. To Be Or Not To Be.

Where Would Jesus Be If No One Had Written The Gospels?