Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all).

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

I've come to seduce you." His pupils dilated as his gaze heated. She smiled. He hadn't been surprised at her presence, but he'd been very surprised at the reason. He held up a palm. "By all means.

Maybe someone who dies at the age of a hundred doesn't feel anything more than the fear that grips us when we're six and it's nighttime and our mother comes in to turn out the light.

You see, " I said, "I'm a socialist. I don't think this world was made for a small minority to dance on the faces of everyone else.

To be able to help a 13-year-old kid from the Bronx follow her dreams just by letting her know she's not forgotten in this crazy world - that's why I got involved with Frum Tha Ground Up.

A healthy human environment is one in which we try to make sense of our limits, of the accidents that can always befall us and the passage of time which inexorably changes us.

Well, everyone likes movies when they're a little kid.

I look for the kind of text that doesn't look like the writer I'm considering. Plutarch is a great example.

Did I choose you? Did you choose me? And what difference does it make? All that really matters, friend, is that we chose together.

The mistakes are there, waiting to be made