Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.

You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.

Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.

To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.

Books are the most tolerant of friends.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.