We All Arrive On Earth With A

I Believe That We Were Meant To Live As Social Creatures, To Reach Out And Bless Each Other's Lives.

Sunsets, Like Childhood, Are Viewed With Wonder Not Just Because They Are Beautiful But Because They Are Fleeting.

Sometimes Its Not The Strength But Gentleness That Cracks The Hardest Shells.

There Are Far Too Many People For Us To Think About Each Of Them During Our Short Stay On Earth—like The Thousands Of Books In A Library We Haven’t Time To Read In An Afternoon. But This Is No Excuse To Cease Browsing. For Every Now And Then, We Find That One Book That Reaches Us Deep Inside And Introduces Us To Ourselves. And, In Someone Else’s Story, We Come To Understand Our Own.

Usually The Most Interesting Stories Are Written Not On Paper But Hearts.