We are afraid. But fear confirms life and identifies the source of every successful argument - ourselves.

The stain of prejudice is often indelible.

Love is how we feel toward those who show us that which is lovable about ourselves.

The erosion of a nation's concern for life and for individual rights, has always preceded the intrusion of tyranny.

How much of our lives could we buy back if we cherished our lives instead of our trinkets?

Although we give lip service to the notion of freedom, we know the government is no longer the servant of the people but, at last has become the people's master. We have stood by like timid sheep while the wolf killed - first the weak, then the strays, then those on the outer edges of the flock, until at last the entire flock belonged to the wolf.

To freely bloom - that is my definition of success.