If We Lose Love And Self Respect

To Describe My Mother Would Be To Write About A Hurricane In Its Perfect Power. Or The Climbing, Falling Colors Of A Rainbow.

Living Well Is An Art That Can Be Developed.

A Societies Needs Determines Their Ethics

Exchange Love For Hate...thereby, Making The Present Comfortable And The Future Promising.

I Am Convinced That Words Are Things, And We Simply Don't Have The Machinery To Measure What They Are. I Believe That Words Are Tangible Things.