“Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowd As herds of bellowing buses drive by Love's anguish tightens your throat As if you were never to be loved again If you lived in the old days you… — Guillaume Apollinaire Copy Share Image
One night I was preaching on hell and laughter just hit the whole place. The more I told people what hell was like the more they laughed. — Rodney Howard-Browne Copy Share Image
