Common Sense Is The Genius Of Humanity.

When An Idea Is Wanting, A Word Can Always Be Found To Take Its Place.

All That Is Transitory Is But A Metaphor.

Even Dirt Glitters When The Sun Is Shining Upon It

Were Not The Eye Made To Receive The Rays Of The Sun, It Could Not Behold The Sun; If The Peculiar Power Of God Lay Not In Us, How Could The Godlike Charm Us?

I Have Come To The Frightening Conclusion That I Am The Decisive Element. It Is My Personal Approach That Creates The Climate. It Is My Daily Mood That Makes The Weather....in All Situations, It Is My Response That Decides Whether A Crisis Is Escalated Or De-escalated, And A Person Is Humanized Or Is Dehumanized.