It's Always Winter But It's Never Christmas.

Literary Experience Heals The Wound, Without Undermining The Privilege Of Individuality.. .here, As In Worship, In Love, In Moral Action, And In Knowing, I Transcend Myself; And Am Never More Myself Than When I Do.

Hell Begins With A Grumbling Mood, Always Complaining, Always Blaming Others.

How Difficult It Is To Avoid Having A Special Standard For Oneself.

A Pleasure Is Full Grown Only When It Is Remembered.

The Promise, Made When I Am In Love, To Be True To The Beloved As Long As I Live, Commits Me To Being True Even If I Cease To Be In Love.