As Long As We Remember A Person,

A Thousand Recollected Lives Were Passing Through Her, A Thousand Stories - Of Love And Work, Of Parents And Children, Of Duty And Joy And Grief. Beds Slept In And Meals Eaten, And The Bliss And Pain Of The Body, And A View Of Summer Leaves From A Window On A Morning It Had Rained; The Nights Of Loneliness And The Nights Of Love, The Soul In It's Body Keeping Always Longing To Be Known.

There Was Something In The Pages Of These Books That Had The Power To Make Him Feel Better About Things, A Life Raft To Cling To Before The Dark Currents Of Memory Washed Him Downstream Again, And On Brighter Days, He Could Even See Himself Going On This Way For Some Time. A Small But Passable Life. And Then, Of Course, The End Of The World Happened.

Don't We All Deserve Forgiveness? I Hope We Do; I Believe We Do. Forgiveness Says As Much About The Character Of The Person Bestowing It As The Person Receiving It. Learning To Forgive May Be The Most Difficult Of Human Acts,and The Closest Thing To Divinity, Whatever You Decide That Is.

I Came To Houston For A Job, The Reason Most People Move Halfway Across The Country With A First Grader And A Five-week-old. I Came Here To Teach At Rice.

The Military Was All About Hierarchies, Who Urinated Highest On The Hydrant