How frustrating it is to be out-argued by someone you know is dead wrong but is more eloquent.
I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.
Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.
To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.
I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.
It is said that in life we must play with the cards we are dealt, but too often I have kept those cards too close to my chest.