Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease. And boldness is the root of beauty. Which draws us together.
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.