The first spoken word poem I ever wrote was when I was 14 and I wrote it because I was accidentally signed up for a teen poetry slam. Because I loved poetry I said that I’d try it out.
If you first gain power to check your words, you will then begin to have power to check your judgment, and at length actually gain power to check your thoughts and reflections.
One thing is certain, wherever we go there is a proof that the people are keeping the commandments of the Lord, especially the first one – to multiply and replenish the earth.
Which would you part with first – your tobacco, your whiskey, or your religion?
The first thing a kindness deserves is acceptance, the second, transmission.
The first thing in all progress is to leave something behind.
It is a happy thing for us that this is really all we have to concern ourselves about – what to do next. No man can do the second thing. He can do the first.
I don’t know why, the very first word on my very first record is ‘Jesus.’ I still invoke him as an entity to reckon with.
Even now one rarely hears of people achieving great things unless they first stumble in some respect.
Whatever God does, the first outburst is always compassion.
The love by which we love God is the very same love with which God has first loved us.
Remember this: all suffering comes to an end. And whatever you suffer authentically, God has suffered from it first.
I may err but I am not a heretic, for the first has to do with the mind and the second with the will!
Gosh. The subjunctive is always the first to go.
If war’s first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.
Are you prepared for the first wound?
People in the know say The Giver was the first young adult dystopian novel.
My whole life has been spent waiting for an epiphany, a manifestation of God’s presence, the kind of transcendent, magical experience that lets you see your place in the big picture. And that is what I had with my first compost heap.
If the word doesn’t exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn’t exist.
On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as proud as a schoolboy who has just got his first dose of pox.