People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

The Gifts That One Receives For Giving Are So Immeasurable That It Is Almost An Injustice To Accept Them.

No Map To Help Us Find The Tranquil Flat Lands, Clearings Calm, Fields Without Mean Fences. Rolling Down The Other Side Of Life Our Compass Is The Sureness Of Ourselves. Time May Make Us Rugged, Ragged Round The Edges, But Know And Understand That Love Is Still The Safest Place To Land.

The World Needs Writers. We Will Always Be Necessary. There Are Few Professions That Can Claim That Distinction.

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.