O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.
They weren't wearing insignia.
If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.
Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster. Your life will never be the same again.
The freedom of all is essential to my freedom.
Use what you have to run toward your best - that's how I now live my life.