In A Weak Moment, I

No Matter What Rallying Cries The Orators Give To The Idiots Who Fight, No Matter What Noble Purposes They Assign To Wars, There Is Never But One Reason For A War. And That Is Money. All Wars Are In Reality Money Squabbles.

And Apologies, Once Postponed, Become Harder And Harder To Make, And Finally Impossible.

Suddenly She Felt Strong And Happy. She Was Not Afraid Of The Darkness Or The Fog And She Knew With A Singing In Her Heart That She Would Never Fear Them Again. No Matter What Mists Might Curl Around Her In The Future, She Knew Her Refuge. She Started Briskly Up The Street Toward Home And The Blocks Seemed Very Long. Far, Far Too Long. She Caught Up Her Skirts To Her Knees And Began To Run Lightly. But This Time She Was Not Running From Fear. She Was Running Because Rhett's Arms Were At The End Of The Street.

Every Problem Has Two Handles. You Can Grab It By The Handle Of Fear Or The Handle Of Hope.

It Was Better To Know The Worst Than To Wonder.