Books Are The Most Tolerant Of Friends.

Heroes Rarely Look The Way We Draw Them In Our Minds: Attractive, Imposing Figures With Rippling Muscles And Strong Chins. More Times Than Not They Are Humble Beings, Small And Flawed. It Is Only Their Spirits That Are Beautiful And Strong.

Humanity Is Always Looking For The Next Great World, The Next Frontier. I Wonder How Different This World Would Be If We Were Content With Where We Were.

As We Walk Our Individual Life Journeys, We Pick Up Resentments And Hurts, Which Attach Themselves To Our Souls Like Burrs Clinging To A Hiker's Socks. These Stowaways May Seem Insignificant At First, But, Over Time, If We Do Not Occasionally Stop And Shake Them Free, The Accumulation Becomes A Burden To Our Souls.

There Are People I've Yet To Meet Who Are Waiting For My Path To Intersect With Theirs, So They Can Complete Their Own Journeys. I Don't Know Who Or Where They Are, But I Know For Certain That They Are Waiting.

Psychologists Tested The Story Of The Good Samaritan. What They Learned Gives Us Reason To Pause. The Greatest Determinant Of Who Stopped To Help The Stranger In Need Was Not Compassion, Morality, Or Religious Creed. It Was Those Who Had The Time. Makes Me Wonder If I Have Time To Do Good.