I Will Ge Glad To Have Done

I Am Not Alone At All, I Thought. I Was Never Alone At All. And That, Of Course, Is The Message Of Christmas. We Are Never Alone. Not When The Night Is Darkest, The Wind Coldest, The World Seemingly Most Indifferent. For This Is Still The Time God Chooses.

Giving A Phenomenon A Label Does Not Explain It.

My Relatives Used To Laugh When I Talked Of Being A Writer.

I Have Had Four Happy Days In My Life, And Three Of Them Turned Out To Be Illusions.

If Genetic Memory Or Racial Memory Persists, Is It Possible That Individual Memory Also Exists From Previous Lives?