Pastoral Resources

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

My son complains about headaches. I tell him all the time, when you get out of bed, it's feet first!

It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

The United Nations is a place for prostitution under the feet of Americans.