Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.
Robert BreaultI was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.
Robert BreaultIt is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.
Robert Breault