Now, I don't mind making fun of those preachers who steal money from people, they kind of deserve it.
Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, as the poet's health, sight, his anticipations, moods, fears, thoughts cannot be the same.
I'm not here to put down men, God love them and I'm married to one, but I do think they are more shallow.

