In our ever-changing universe, lives collide, and, like runaway planets, we just keep going.

Faith is the ability to endure.

Rationality and calm self-determination were one of the great illusions of the universe... in the end, we were all ruled by our passions.

Albert Einstein was never clear if he believed in time travel, but had he raised a toddler, he certainly would have.

We are not strangers. It’s a lack of trust that keeps us separated.

Racism and inequality are likened to a fungus which grows in dark places and is all the more poisonous because one cannot see it.

We must believe we are capable of transcending evil, of not needing to hide in the darkness or surrender to our basest fears.

Racism is not simply about one man's irrational hatred of another but his self-hatred, doubting his own moral goodness and purpose.

The liberation from ignorance and tyranny was a long war, because the oppressors always had the advantage. They smooth-talked the masses with lies and promises.

When you're in love, there's nothing that can embarrass or surprise you.

Life brings only so much luck which when used up leaves you without a safety net.

Excellence does not come from believing in excellence, but from constant change, challenge, and improvement.

An abundance of money, alcohol, or power doesn't change you, it simply reveals who you truly are.

He who has no opinion of his own but depends upon the opinion and taste of others is a slave.

The president, just as any other American, deserves a legal defense against personal lawsuits not related to his office. But the costs of that defense should be borne by him and not the taxpayer.

Common sense is something that everyone needs, few have, and none think they lack.

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.

[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.

You're just part of the soup of the universe, so just try to enjoy what's good about it.

There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds.