I Am Sustained By The Certainty That

There’s Just Something Unsettling About Studying Your Reflection. It’s Not A Matter Of Being Dissatisfied With Your Face Or Of Being Embarrassed By Your Vanity. Maybe It’s That When You Gaze Into Your Own Eyes, You Don’t See What You Wish To See—or Glimpse Something That You Wish Weren’t There.

Evil Was Coming. I Wondered Whose Face It Would Be Wearing.

If We Were Always Conscious Of The Fact That People Precious To Us Are Frighteningly Mortal, Hanging Not Even By A Thread, But By A Wisp Of Gossamer, Perhaps We Would Be Kinder To Them And More Grateful For The Love And Friendship They Give To Us.

Home Is The First Refuge From - And Last Defense Against - The Disappointments And The Terrors Of Life.

Where There's Cake, There's Hope. And There's Always Cake.