He Does Not However Postpone Making Decisions.

He Knew One Of The Women Well, And Had Shared His Universe With Her. They Had Seen The Same Mountains, And The Same Trees, Although Each Of Them Had Seem Them Differently. She Knew His Weaknesses, His Moments Of Hatred, Of Despair. Yet She Was There At His Side. They Shared The Same Universe.

You Have Two Types Of Writers: One Like Proust Who Was Locked In His Room And Wrote The Masterpiece. And The Other Type Was Hemingway Who Celebrated Life And Also Wrote A Masterpiece.

A Warrior Of The Light...never Confuses Tension With Anxiety.

I Believe In Signs....what We Need To Learn Is Always There Before Us, We Just Have To Look Around Us With Respect & Attention To Discover Where God Is Leading Us And Which Step We Should Take. When We Are On The Right Path, We Follow The Signs, And If We Occasionally Stumble, The Divine Comes To Our Aid, Preventing Us From Making Mistakes.

Perhaps They Needn't Even Believe - It Was Enough That They Needed Angels, And The Angels Would Return Gladly.