Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.

I've never understood why people said 'in your own words.' Who else's words would I use?

Mr. Dallstrom is a bald, scarecrow of a man with a poochy stomache. Think of a pregnant Abraham Lincoln.

People can become so blinded by their own perceived victimhood that they make victims of everyone around them.

Raising or caring for children requires sacrifice and service, which, I believe, heals us from the destructive forces of self-centeredness.

Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.

There are none so impoverished as those who do not acknowledge the abundance of their lives