Don't Count Your Check-ins Before They Cash.

Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same Colors In The Middle Of The Wilderness When No One Sees You.

It's Weird How People Who Are The Least Close To Me Or Who've Never Even Met Me Purport To Be Experts On The Real Me; And Then, Sadly, There Are Those Who Could Be In Touch With Me But Prefer To Gossip With Strangers About Me Instead.

I Became A Total Yes. We Don't Even Have Names Anymore.

The Word "impossible" Is Not A Scientific Term.

A Heart Needs Only Its Own Voice To Do What Is Right.