The man who says that he does not deserve his wife is probably right, but not for the reasons he thinks.

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.

I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.

How unfortunate it is to be constrained by what people might say at our funeral or on our gravestone.

How often have I tried just hard enough so that I can then say to myself that I tried with the real purpose of assuaging my guilt about something I did not wish to succeed in the first place?

I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.