There Is Nothing So Depressing As Good

Suffering Is How We Test Our Love Especially Our Love For God.

The More You Try To Be Like Someone Else, The More You Find Yourself Standing In The Way.

For This Is What We Do. Put One Foot Forward And Then The Other. Lift Our Eyes To The Snarl And Smile Of The World Once More. Think. Act. Feel. Add Our Little Consequence To The Tides Of Good And Evil That Flood And Drain The World. Drag Our Shadowed Crosses Into The Hope Of Another Night. Push Our Brave Hearts Into The Promise Of A New Day. With Love; The Passionate Search For Truth Other Than Our Own. With Longing; The Pure, Ineffable Yearning To Be Saved. For So Long As Fate Keeps Waiting, We Live On.

I Think The Future Is Like Anything Else That's Important. It Has To Be Earned. If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Have A Future At All. And If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Deserve It, We Have To Live In The Present, More Or Less Forever. Or Worse, We Have To Live In The Past. I Think That's Probably What Love Is - A Way Of Earning The Future.

Nothing In The World Is So Soft And Pleasing To The Touch, As The Skin Of A Woman's Thigh. No Flower, Feather Or Fabric, Can Match That Velvet Whisper Of Flesh. No Matter How Unequal They May Be In Any Other Ways, All Women, Old And Young, Fat And Thin, Beautiful And Ugly, Have That Perfection. It's A Great Part Of The Reason Why Men Hunger To Possess Women, And So Often Convince Themselves That They Do Possess Them: The Thigh, That Touch.