We need to help people to discover the true meaning of love. Love is generally confused with dependence. Those of us who have grown in true love know that we can love only in proportion to our capacity for independence.

Love isn't a state of perfect caring, it is an active noun like struggle.

Often, problems are knots with many strands, and looking at those strands can make a problem seem different.

I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers - so many caring people in this world.

We live in a world in which we need to share responsibility. It's easy to say "It's not my child, not my community, not my world, not my problem." Then there are those who see the need and respond. I consider those people my heroes.

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

The roots of a child's ability to cope and thrive, regardless of circumstance, lie in that child's having had at least a small, safe place (an apartment? a room? a lap?) in which, in the companionship of a loving person, that child could discover that he or she was lovable and capable of loving in return. If a child finds this during the first years of life, he or she can grow up to be a competent, healthy person.