This Week I've Been Reading

I Long To Ride A Bike, Dance, Whistle, Look At The World, Feel Young And Know That I'm Free, And Yet I Can't Let It Show. Just Imagine What Would Happen If All Eight Of Us Were To Feel Sorry For Ourselves Or Walk Around With The Discontent Clearly Visible On Our Faces. Where Would That Get Us?

I Love You, With A Love So Great That It Simply Couldn't Keep Growing Inside My Heart, But Had To Leap Out And Reveal Itself In All Its Magnitude.

If God Lets Me Live, I Shall Attain More Than Mummy Ever Has Done, I Shall Not Remain Insignificant, I Shall Work In The World And For Mankind!

Older People Have Formed Their Opinions About Everything, And Don't Waver Before They Act. It's Twice As Hard For Us Young Ones To Hold Our Ground, And Maintain Our Opinions, In A Time When All Ideals Are Being Shattered And Destroyed, When People Are Showing Their Worst Side, And Do Not Know Whether To Believe In Truth And Right And God.

The Only Way To Truly Know A Person Is To Argue With Them. For When They Argue In Full Swing, Then They Reveal Their True Character.