The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. Only when one is connected to one's own core is.

I think one must do the thing -- whatever it is (and it changes from time to time) -- that unites you to the flowing stream of the world. At any price, one must do it first. Otherwise one can do nothing, nothing at all. One is out of touch, out of grace.

Failures aren't failures if you learn something from them.

To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.