...much Of What Was Said Did Not

I've Said It Before And I'll Say It Again: Never Trust Anyone Who Tells You How People Come To Trust Them.

I Tell Allah I Love Him Immensely, Immensely. But I Tell Him I Cannot Be Better, Because Of How The World Is.

But If Writing About People Who Are Not Yourself Is Illegitimate, Then The Only Legitimate Work Is Autobiography; And As A Reader And A Citizen, I Don’t Want To Live In That World.

One Chronicler Writes Of An Area Of India During The End Of The 20th Century: Almost No-one In This Slum Was Poor By Indian Benchmarks. ... True, A Few Residents Trapped Rats And Frogs And Fried Them For Dinner. A Few Ate The Scrub Grass At The Sewage Lake Edge. And These Individuals, Miserable Souls, Thereby Made An Inestimable Contribution To Their Neighbors. They Gave Those Slum Dwellers Who Didn't Fry Rats And Eat Weeds A Sense Of Their Upward Mobility.

We Often Have An Exaggerated Sense Of What Nonprofits And Governments Are Doing To Help The Poor, But The Really Inspiring Thing Is How Much The Poor Are Doing To Help Themselves.