What's Wrong With Being Number Two?

These Were People So Hungry For Love That They Were Accepting Substitutes. There Were Embracing Material Things And Expecting A Sort Of Hug Back. But It Never Works. You Can't Substitute Material Things For Love Or For Gentleness Or For Tenderness Or For A Sense Of Comradeship. Money Is No Substitute For Tenderness, And Power Is Not A Substitute For Tenderness. I Can Tell You As I'm Sitting Here Dying, When You Most Need It, Neither Money Nor Power Will Give You The Feeling You're Looking For, No Matter How Much Of Them You Have.

Now That I'm Suffering, I Feel Closer To People Who Suffer More Than I Ever Did Before. The Other Night, On Tv, I Saw People In Bosnia Running Across The Street, Getting Fired Upon, Killed, Innocent Victims....and I Just Started To Cry. I Feel Their Anguish As If It Were My Own. I Don't Know Any Of These People. But - How Can I Put This? I'm Almost......drawn To Them.

Everything That Gets Born Dies.

We Put Our Values In The Wrong Things. And It Leads To Very Disillusioned Lives.

Life Is Like A Wrestling Match- We Struggle To Fight But We Never Know That The Only Side That Wins Is The One With Great Love In It.