I cannot sing Vampirella artist Patrick Berkenkotter's praises loudly or often enough.

My soul sings joyful praise to the Holy one.

It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

Pure are those who speak, and sanctified are those who hear and sing, forever and ever, the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the Universe. Says Nanak, when the Lord bestows His Mercy, all one's efforts are fulfilled.

We aren't here to throw any vendor under the bus or to sing their praises. We're not pointing fingers at anyone saying they didn't interpret the spec right. Nor do we try to push services down their necks. We are impartial and that has resonated well. We are able to speak through some of the positive and negative scenarios we have seen, which leads people to ask questions about solving the problems.

Sleep: the stepchild of Death.