However Much We Hate The

That, You Know, Is Why The World Exists At All. It Remains Outside The Cosmic Garbage Can Of Nothingness, Not Because It Is Such A Solemn Necessity That Nobody Can Get Rid Of It, But Because It Is The Orange Peel Hung On God's Chandelier, The Wishbone In His Kitchen Closet. He Likes It; Therefore, It Stays. The Whole Marvelous Collection Of Stones, Skins, Feathers, And String Exists Because At Least One Lover Has Never Quite Taken His Eye Off It, Because The Dominus Vivificans Has His Delight With The Sons Of Men.

I Like A Cook Who Smiles Out Loud When He Tastes His Own Work. Let God Worry About Your Modesty; I Want To See Your Enthusiasm.

...there Is Therefore Now No Condemnation For Two Reasons: You Are Dead Now; And God, As The Lamb Slain From The Foundation Of The World, Has Been Dead All Along. The Blame Game Was Over Before It Started. It Really Was. All Jesus Did Was Announce That Truth And Tell You It Would Make You Free. It Was Admittedly A Dangerous Thing To Do. You Are A Menace. Be He Did It; And Therefore, Menace Or Not, Here You Stand: Uncondemned, Forever, Now. What Are You Going To Do With Your Freedom?

Older Women Are Like Aging Strudels - The Crust May Not Be So Lovely, But The Filling Has Come At Last Into Its Own.

We Were Given Appetites, Not To Consume The World And Forget It, But To Taste Its Goodness And Hunger To Make It Great.