You Live In A World At War.

When A Woman Forsakes Her Vulnerability Because She's Been Hurt Or Because She Lives In A Dangerous World Or Doesn't Want To Be Used, She Loses Something Essential About Being A Woman.

But A Wound Unfelt Is A Wound Unhealed.

She Is The Crescendo, The Final, Astonishing Work Of God. Woman. In One Last Flourish Creation Comes To A Finish With Eve. She Is The Master's Finishing Touch.

A Soldier Surrounded By Enemies, If He Is To Cut His Way Out, Needs To Combine A Strong Desire For Living With A Strange Carelessness About Dying. He Must Not Merely Cling To Life, For Then He Will Be A Coward, And Will Not Escape. He Must Not Merely Wait For Death, For Then He Will Be A Suicide, And Will Not Escape. He Must Seek His Life In A Spirit Of Furious Indifference To It; He Must Desire Life Like Water And Yet Drink Death Like Wine.

What Strikes Me About Jesus Is That He Is A Remarkably True Person; He Never Changes His Personality To Fit In With Whatever Crowd He Finds Himself. He Is Simply Himself, And He Never Plays To His Audience.