We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.
I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.
Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.
How unfortunate it is to be constrained by what people might say at our funeral or on our gravestone.
Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.
How frustrating it is to be out-argued by someone you know is dead wrong but is more eloquent.