Socialism crushes human rights, builds the state, impinges on the liberty of conscience, and breeds social, cultural, and economic degeneration.
Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.
That is what love is I thought. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.
Remember that yours is not the only heart that may be wishing for love.
. . . to be unkind because you are thoughtless is the worst kind of blindness.
I've been a vegetarian for a while now and I try to give my body plenty of what it craves.
He that shuns trifles must shun the world.
The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum.
Nobody has it all, but for me to even come close is amazing.