I Have To Say That I Have

When I Can Go Just Where I Want To Go, There Is A Copse Of Birch Trees That I Know; And, As In Eden Adam Walked With God, When In That Quiet Aisle My Feet Have Trod I Have Found Peace Among The Silver Trees, Known Comfort In The Cool Kiss Of The Breeze Heard Music In Its Whisper, And Have Known Most Certainly That I Was Not Alone!

Since The End Of The World War Ii, The United States Has Fought Three "small" Wars...we Lost All Three Of Them And For The Same Reason-hubris.

Everyone Takes Surveys. Whoever Makes A Statement About Human Behavior Has Engaged In A Survey Of Some Sort.

I Have Terrible Handwriting. I Now Say It's A Learning Disability... But A Nun Who Was A Very Troubled Woman Hit Me Over The Fingers With A Ruler Because My Writing Was So Bad.

One Cannot Escape The Harsh Fact That As A Ministerial Profession, The Priesthood Has Very Serious Problems. They Are Not New. They Did Not Develop Yesterday Or Last Year.