Love Isn't A Perfect State Of Caring.

I Believe That Appreciation Is A Holy Thing--that When We Look For What's Best In A Person We Happen To Be With At The Moment, We're Doing What God Does All The Time. So In Loving And Appreciating Our Neighbor, We're Participating In Something Sacred.

Honesty Is Often Very Hard. The Truth Is Often Painful. But The Freedom It Can Bring Is Worth The Trying.

And Those Handmade Presents That Children Often Bring Home From School: They Have So Much Value! The Value Is That The Child Put Whatever He Or She Could Into Making Them. The Way We Parents Respond To The Giving Of Such Gifts Is Very Important. To The Child The Gift Is Really Self, And They Want So Much For Their Selves To Be Acceptable, To Be Loved.

We've Forgotten What It's Like Not To Be Able To Reach The Light Switch. We've Forgotten A Lot Of The Monsters That Seemed To Livein Our Room At Night. Nevertheless, Those Memories Are Still There, Somewhere Inside Us, And Can Sometimes Be Brought To The Surface By Events, Sights, Sounds, Or Smells. Children, Though, Can Never Have Grown-up Feelings Until They've Been Allowed To Do The Growing.

We All Have Only One Life To Live On Earth, And Through Television We Have The Choice Of Encouraging Others To Demean This Life Or To Cherish It In Creative, Imaginative Ways.