Bread and water will not break me, and if you choose to isolate me, I shall have only but more time to plot against my oppressors.
My maternal grandmother made fantastic ox tongue with velvety roasted potatoes. She cooked sweet red cabbage and lovely cauliflower with butter and bread crumbs.
Polenta is to northern Italy what bread is to Tuscany, what pasta is to Emilia-Romagna and what rice is to the Veneto: easy to make, hungry to absorb other flavours, and hugely versatile.
If the poor overweight jogger only knew how far he had to run to work off the calories in a crust of bread he might find it better in terms of pound per mile to go to a massage parlor.
Nourish your soul, mediate daily.
Daily mediation is a healthy spiritual exercise.
Seek grace and manna daily.
I don't read the Sunday papers; or the dailies, either.
Daily mediation results in peaceful calmness of the soul.
We daily share emotions, our personal and shared needs and hope.
I think daily that the country's future is being thrown to the wind.
Listen, sharing my life with people is just part of my daily routine.
We are not coaching on a daily basis because we often travel with our charity and commercial interests.
I have to have a daily, vibrant relationship with Jesus in order to survive that process toward healing.
Daily love and kindness are the path to a happy life.
Different cities visit us daily, they exist in the clouds.
people earn daily,they loose the double per second.
Leaks and whispers are a daily routine of news-gathering in Washington.
Above all sins, guard against bold or arrogant ones. You are not beyond the danger of such. If caught in the web of presumptuous sin, call quickly to God for help. If you hesitate, you only give Satan time to entangle you more tightly. But if you cry...
Play on lively, diversified sidewalks differs from virtually all other daily incidental play offered American children today: It is play not conducted in a matriarchy. Most city architectural designers and planners are men. Curiously, they design and...
Jesus, who comes across in the Gospels as extraordinarily strong, begged in the garden, with drops of sweat like blood running down his face, that he might be spared the terrible cup ahead of him, the betrayal and abandonment by his friends, death on...
