Remember Me For These Days, Not The

He Was Near Tears, 'who Do I Blame?' He Kept Asking Me. 'there Is No God.i Can Only Blame Myself.'" The Reb's Face Tightened, As If In Pain. "that," He Said, Softly, "is A Terrible Self-indictment." Worse Than An Unanswered Prayer? "oh Yes. It Is Far More Comforting To Think God Listened And Said No, Than To Think That Nobody's Out There.

Strangers Are Just Family You Have Yet To Come To Know.

In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.

I Don't Use Any Fance Quill Pens Or Pads, Because I Can't Read My Own Handwriting. I Just Use Whatever Computer Is Laying Around, And Start Writing.

We Don't See What We Could Be. We Should Be Looking At Our Potential, Stretching Ourselves Into Everything We Can Become.