I Personally Translated The Word 'vendetta' As

Anger Can Offer A Sense Of Indignity To Replace A Sense Of Shame, And Offer A Voice-raised Above Others-which Can Finally Be Heard. Those Voices Are Most Effective When They Are Raised In Unison, When They Have Mercy As Well As Anger Behind Them, And When, Instead Of Roaring At The Anger Of Old Pain, They Sing About The Glorious Possibilities Of A Future Where Anger Has A Smaller House Than Hope.

Fear Looks Both Ways But Still Refuses To Cross; Fear Looks Twice And Still Doesn't Leap. ... Fear Usually Arrives Late, Inevitably Leaves Early, And Ends Up Never Going Out Of Town At All. Fear Is The Phantom Hand On The Back Of The Neck And The Sound Of A Door Opening Downstairs When No One Is Coming Home. ... Fear Grows Poor Because It Watches Others Gain Wealth But Cannot Enter The Fray; Fear Grows Sick Because It Eats Away At Heath Even As It Fears Its Diminishment; Fear Grows Old Watching Others Live In Ways That Seem To Threaten-but In Reality Only Enhance-life.

Birthdays Are A Reward For Having Shown Up 365 Days In A Row. It's Like Getting A Badge For Attendance.

While I Do Not Believe The Earth Loaned To Us By Our Ancestors Should Be Plagued By Chemical Horrors And Thereby Corrupted For Future Generations, Neither Do I Believe I Should Have To Face Anything That Has More Eyes Than I Have During Dinner. It Was My Rule When I Was Dating And, Heck, It's Still My Rule Now.

Confessions Are Like Tattoos In That 1) You Convince Yourself That The Immediate Pain Of Going Through The Process Means It Won't Bother You Later On; 2) They Are Permanent.