Suffering Ceases To Be Suffering When We

When I Think Of God I Feel Like An Ant Crawling Into A Computer.

I Believe That We Were Meant To Live As Social Creatures, To Reach Out And Bless Each Other's Lives.

People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They Are Opened.

To Deny Our Pasts Is To Burn The Bridge We Must Cross To Self-understanding.

We Are Chained To That Which We Do Not Forgive