Regret Is The Most Tiresome Of Companions.

I Have Come To Believe That We Do Not Walk Alone In This Life. There Are Others, Fellow Sojourners, Whose Journeys Are Interwoven With Ours In Seemingly Random Patterns, Yet, In The End, Have Been Carefully Placed To Reveal A Remarkable Tapestry. I Believe God Is The Weaver At That Loom.

Everybody Needs Love. Everybody. Those Who Don't Believe That Frighten Me A Little.

Don't Try To Write What Other People Are Writing - Write What Is True To You.

We Plan Our Lives In Long, Unbroken Stretches That Intersect Our Dreams The Way Highways Connect The City Dots On A Road Map. But In The End We Learn That Life Is Lived In The Side Roads, Alleys, And Detours.

Love Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time, While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.