An identity would seem to be arrived at by the way in which the person faces and uses his experience.

There was no room in God's army for the coward heart, no crown awaiting him who put mother or father, sister or brother, sweetheart or friend above God's will. Let the church cry amen to this!

People can cry much easier than they can change, a rule of psychology people like me picked up as kids on the street.

I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also, much more than that. So are we all.

Heavenly witnesses are a tricky lot, to be used by whoever is closest to Heaven at the time. And legend and theology, which are designed to sanctify our fears, crimes, and aspirations, also reveal them for what they are.

One can only face in others what one can face in oneself.

I can't be a pessimist, because I am alive.