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If I'm me.And you're you.Then who's this in the mirror?

RACE INTERFACEIf God created man in his own image - What's his facial profile?Kamil Ali

This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.

Above all, as the keynote of all Democratic policy, in passing upon any question, let the controlling aim and ambition be to keep the road open for private enterprise and personal initiative.

A politician is a statesman who approaches every question with an open mouth.

Yes, and you should question your government.

Love is a positive effect. Love can never have a negative effect, only a positive effect. That would be the revelation of love. If you have a question of whether this is love, think about the effect.

My definition of good is that you understand that this is a question of power. That you be willing to give up some power. That you be willing to give up some resources.

That's a tough question I've been acting since I was 10. My dad was an entrepreneur, so I guess something along those lines. I wouldn't want a 9-5 job.

One of Mom's favorite passages from Gilead was: "This is an important thing, which I have told many people, and which my father told me, and which his father told him. When you encounter another person, when you have dealings with anyone at all, it is as if a question is being put to you. So you must think, What is the Lord asking of me in this moment, in this situation?

Obama has been attacked repeatedly for not wearing a flag pin, with Republicans claiming that his patriotism is in question. It's all a bit silly.

for the first time a writer grappled, for example, with the question of how to deal with a multinational whose tentacles extended well beyond

Here, then, there would be a question of rights. The question whether voluntary charity is mischievous or not is one thing; the question whether legislation which forces one man to aid another is right and wise, as well as economically beneficial, is quite another question. Great

Finally Albert whispered, "Listen, Odie, what does a shepherd eat?" I didn't know where he was going with that, so I didn't reply. "His flock," Albert told me. "One by one.

I could see him rolling the question around in his head. I don't know about the God in the Bible, he signed. But I know you and Albert and Emmy, and now Sister Eve. And I think about Herman Volz and Emmy's mother. I know love. So if it's true, like Sister Eve says, that God is love, then I guess I believe.

The inquest proceeded smoothly, evidence showing that Cork had acted reasonably. But the county attorney, Warren Evans, who was a crony of Robert Parrant, asked Cork a question that tilted the whole world of the inquest. "Why did you shoot six times, Sheriff? Shoot even after the man was down?

Ask a physics teacher: Why do elementary particles exist? Is it impossible for them not to exist? (Be prepared for the possibility that your physics teacher doesn't want to have this conversation.)

Christine read the text slowly, shook her head, and thought: Is there nothing but violence everywhere? Is there no real peace anywhere in the world? She wondered if her daughter should be taught such things, but sighing in a gentle protest, feeling that others surely knew more about these matters of faith than she did, she asked her daughter the questions required.

Design is the first signal of human intention. When we look at plastics in our environment, if it's our intention to do these things then we must question our intentions. If it's not our intention, then what's our plan? The question becomes how we can behave in a way that works.

Hey, who let you in here?!

Religion is perhaps most helpfully conceived of as the question of what tales and traditions our lives embody.

Her sanity was perhaps an unwarranted assumption.

And the road is a villain And the road is a friend And the road is a story No beginning no end And the road is a question And the road is an answer And the road will transform you A sly necromancer And the road is a melody And the road is a howl And the road is a paradox A grin and a scowl And the road will not tell Where it's been where it leads And the road is alive It sings and it bleeds Who takes the road Can never return For the road is a fire All pilgrims will burn.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?" "I give." "You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.