Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.
In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.
I am rampant with memory.
Animals are less alone with roaring than we are with all these words.
Privacy is a privilege not granted to the aged or the young.
Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.