In Describing Someone's Character, I Reveal My

A Sense Of Blessedness Comes From A Change Of Heart, Not From More Blessings.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

God May Be A Human Creation, But He Goes His Way, Not Ours.

Amazing That The Human Race Has Taken Enough Time Out From Thinking About Food Or Sex To Create The Arts And Sciences.

My Strengths Make Me Contemptuous. My Weaknesses Make Me Charitable.