I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

Push yourself. Don't Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.

"What if I like watching television? What if I don't want to do much else other than read a book?"... "What if I'm tired when I get home? What if I don't fill my days with frenetic activity?" "But one day you might wish you had."

"You cut yourself off from all sorts of experiences because you tell yourself you are 'not that sort of person'" "But, I’m not." "How do you know? You’ve done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?"

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.