If Fate Doesn't Make You

A Man Has To Find A Good Woman, And When He Finds Her He Has To Win Her Love. Then He Has To Earn Her Respect. Then He Has To Cherish Her Trust. And Then He Has To, Like, Go On Doing That For As Long As They Live. Until They Both Die. That's What It's All About. That's The Most Important Thing In The World. That's What A Man Is, Yaar. A Man Is Truly A Man When He Wins The Love Of A Good Woman, Earns Her Respect, And Keeps Her Trust. Until You Do That, You're Not A Man.

Nothing Ever Fits The Palm So Perfectly, Or Feels So Right, Or Inspires So Much Protective Instinct As The Hand Of A Child

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More

Some Things Are Just So Sad That Only Your Soul Can Do The Crying For You.

While I Was Chained To A Wall And Being Tortured, I Realized, Through The Screaming Of My Mind, That Even In That Shackled, Bloody Helplessness, I Was Still Free: Free To Hate The Men Who Were Torturing Me, Or To Forgive Them. It Doesn't Sound Like Much, I Know. But In The Flinch And Bite Of The Chain, When It's All You've Got, That Freedom Is A Universe Of Possibility. And The Choice You Make Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.