The happy man is not he who seems thus to others, but who seems thus to himself.

God hate sin but loves sinners. We do the opposite.

the joy and love were so tangible that Meg felt that if she only knew where to reach she could touch it with her bare hands.

From out of the infinite realm of possibility, a never-to-be-repeated creature comes into being, looks out briefly on the universe, passes its life force along to coming generations, then rejoins the undifferentiated vastness from which it emerged.

Written By Gary Kowalski

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