We Must Be Warriors In The Struggle

I Do Like To Have Guns Around. I Don't Like To Carry Them. But I Like - If Somebody Is Going To Come Into My House And I Have Not Put Out The Welcome Mat, I Want To Stop Them.

I Can Be Changed By What Happens To Me. But I Refuse To Be Reduced By It.

Self-pity In Its Early Stage Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

If I Am Not Good To Myself, How Can I Expect Anyone Else To Be Good To Me?

I Am Convinced That Most People Do Not Grow Up ... Our Real Selves, The Children Inside, Are Still Innocent And Shy As Magnolias.