If it has anything to do with me, it has nothing to do with sacrifice.

Sacrifice” and “self” both begin with the same letter, but the spelling is way different after that.

I am selfish by habit, but sacrificial by nature. Therefore, I’d be wise to develop the habit of following my nature.

Love in the service of self is greed in disguise.

If it’s about me, I can be assured that there will be a bunch of empty chairs in the auditorium of my life; save the one I’m sitting in.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending of this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.