Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
I lived what most people call the good life. I was happy, but deep inside I always felt that, with the short amount of time we are given to live and love in this world, we spend too much time loving things instead of people.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
For the most part, fear is nothing but an illusion. When you share it with someone else, it tends to disappear.
Above all things, never be afraid. The enemy who forces you to retreat is himself afraid of you at that very moment.
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.
A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.