I cannot demand that the world be peaceful when I myself am full of dread, or embark on a quest for love when I hate myself. Let me deserve what I ask for.
I asked him, “Are you an honest man?” He responded immediately: “No, I’m not.” I felt my forearms flush. It happens whenever I hear the unvarnished truth.
If a company has heart, it will profit share. If it doesn’t, it won’t.
When the heart is divided, the mind’s a mess.
While conceding that he is a lousy husband, the man says he is nevertheless a wonderful father. I ask him if he is honest. He says, “Sometimes.”
There’s a bit of a silence between us. Integrity is not sometimes.