Where the hell is your sense of self-preservation, woman? You reckless, beautiful, stray cat!
The CallingA sense of Deity is inscribed on every heart. Nay, even idolatry is ample evidence of this fact.
ConfessionsThe greatest sense of love, which is available for us at all times, is God’s love.
Choose Love Book of PrayersThe comment section of the internet is like gang graffiti, it makes no sense and is ugly to look at.
Deathryde: Rebel Without a CorpseWords are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
An Essay on CriticismShe had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.
The Face on the Milk Carton