Don't Mourn, Organise

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

If The Workers Took A Notion They Could Stop All Speeding Trains; Every Ship Upon The Ocean They Can Tie With Mighty Chains.

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.

But God Fears Women Even More That He Fears The Devil- And Is Right To. She, With Her Power To Bring Life Into The World, Was Truly Made In The Image Of The Creator, Not Man.