In The End, We All Lose It.

In The End, We All Lose It. Remember That. In The End, We Own Nothing.

Roses Can Grow In Slums Just As Weeds Can Grow Around Mansions.

I Have Come To Believe That We Do Not Walk Alone In This Life. There Are Others, Fellow Sojourners, Whose Journeys Are Interwoven With Ours In Seemingly Random Patterns, Yet, In The End, Have Been Carefully Placed To Reveal A Remarkable Tapestry. I Believe God Is The Weaver At That Loom.

The More Someone Assures You That Everything Is Okay, The More You Can Be Assured That It's Not.

Nothing Heals The Soul Like Chocolate ... It's God's Apology For Broccoli.