If enough of us keep trying, we'll get someplace.

Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace, The soul that knows it not, knows no release, From little things; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear The sound of wings.

It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.

Being alone is scary, but not as scary as feeling alone in a relationship.

The field was wet, the lane was wet, and the spirits of my mechanic and helper were damp.

How can Life grant us boon of living, compensateFor dull grey ugliness and pregnant hateUnless we dareThe soul's dominion? Each time we make a choice, we payWith courage to behold the resistless day,And count it fair.

As soon as we left the ground, I knew I had to fly.