Feelings Can Be Like Wild Animals-we Underrate

There Are Two Kinds Of People. Those Who Climb Mountains And Those Who Sit In The Shadow Of The Mountains And Critique The Climbers.

I've Yet To Read A Love Story That Compares With Mine.

Raising Or Caring For Children Requires Sacrifice And Service, Which, I Believe, Heals Us From The Destructive Forces Of Self-centeredness.

So Often The Pain Of Our Life Is No More Than A Reminder To Take Our Hand Off The Stove.

People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They Are Opened.