When I lost my friends, it was because I had used the power of giving on them recklessly. I swept into their lives with my big fat checkbook, and I erased years of obstacles for them overnight - but sometimes, in the process, I also accidentally erased years of dignity.

I wonder if I am capable of being somebody’s sun, somebody’s everything. Am I centered enough now to be the center of somebody else’s life?

But the very fact that this world is so challenging is exactly why you sometimes must reach out of its jurisdiction for help, appealing to a higher authority in order to find your comfort.

I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check.

The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.

My life's accomplishments? Sanity, and you.

Who loves you most? Who loves you best? Who thinks of you when others rest?