I remember when Elvis died. I wrote my sentiments with words of a little girl in my dear diary, "Many people wanted to see his body. They literally wanted to dig his bones out just to make sure that he was being buried. And I could not understand why. Why people could not leave him alone and let his soul rest in peace." I couldn't get it. I didn't grasp it at that time. In a head of a little girl it was hard to believe that there were mysteries to be solved. That there ruled a conspiracy theory that people thought it was odd that he was buried and the casket was never opened. They didn't believe he was dead! Oh yes. Elvis Lives! And as the world needs his songs, his words, his thoughts, his love, his light more than ever before.

I__ a bit-part actor in my own life

You professors, what do you teach your students? Do you instil in them the spirit of possession?

A pastor without anointing is just a religious professor

Business, to be successful, must be based on science, for demand and supply are matters of mathematics, not guesswork.

If you can get others to believe that your random guesses are actual answers, they__l never guess that you never understood the question in the first place.