How Frightening, That One Person Could Mean

Belief Doesn't Rest On Proof Or Existence...it Rests On Faith...without Faith There Is Nothing.

It's No Fun To Be A Bluestocking In A Family Of Jockstraps.

Twelve Thousand Miles Of It, To The Other Side Of The World. And Whether They Came Home Again Or Not, They Would Belong Neither Here, Nor There, For They Would Have Lived On Two Continents And Sampled Two Different Ways Of Life.

I Hate Being On My Best Behavior. It Brings Out The Absolute Worst In Me.

There's A Story... A Legend, About A Bird That Sings Just Once In Its Life. From The Moment It Leaves Its Nest, It Searches For A Thorn Tree... And Never Rests Until It's Found One. And Then It Sings... More Sweetly Than Any Other Creature On The Face Of The Earth. And Singing, It Impales Itself On The Longest, Sharpest Thorn. But, As It Dies, It Rises Above Its Own Agony, To Outsing The Lark And The Nightingale. The Thorn Bird Pays Its Life For Just One Song, But The Whole World Stills To Listen, And God In His Heaven Smiles.