There's a numbness in our culture to the continuing horrors of genocide.
I am continually embarrassed by people who point me out as an example of what can be done without training.
And when all is said and done, there is no greater success in the world than just being happy.
I could see myself in a white nurse's uniform, working unnoticed for many years and at last dying, unknown, unmarried and unsung.
I love animals to the extent that my home is my dog's home! Which means that nothing is too good for my Freckles-chairs, couches, beds. But I do draw the line on chipmunks nibbling at my table linens, bedding, blankets, etc.
I must work hard to make my singing above reproach; there must be no faults which hard work would take care of.
I vowed that whenever my family needed me, I would give up everything to go to them, no matter what. The show must go on was meaningless to me.
The taking of life is too absolute, too irreversible, for one human being to inflict on another, even when backed by legal process. . . Where the death penalty persists, conditions for those awaiting execution are often horrifying, leading to aggravated suffering.
Those who rush are the same ones who lack technique.
When considering marriage one should ask oneself this question; 'will I be able to talk with this person into old age?' Everything else is transitory, the most time is spent in conversation.
When we consider the promises of Christ, risking everything we are and everything we have for His sake is no longer a matter of sacrifice. It's just common sense.