Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes.

Perfectionism is slow death.

Whenever I find myself arguing for something with great passion, I can be certain I'm not convinced.

My prayer is: I will be what I will be, I will do what I will do.

Love itself is not an act of will, but sometimes I need the force of my volition to break with my habitual responses and pass along the love already here.

Negative feedback is better that none. I would rather have a man hate me than overlook me. As long as he hates me I make a difference.

My trouble is I analyze life instead of live it.