Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon.
Sometimes you need to talk with yourself.
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do.
The spirit of God moves where it will.
Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon.
Sometimes you need to talk with yourself.
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do.
The spirit of God moves where it will.