I believe it's a fact of life that what we have is less important than what we make out of what we have. The same holds true for families: It's not how many people there are in a family that counts, but rather the feelings among the people who are there.

Our world hangs like a magnificent jewel in the vastness of space. Every one of us is a part of that jewel. A facet of that jewel. And in the perspective of infinity, our differences are infinitesimal.

Our children are extensions of ourselves in ways our parents are not, nor our brothers and sisters, nor our spouses.

When we love a person, we accept him or her exactly as is: the lovely with the unlovely, the strong with the fearful, the true mixed in with the façade, and of course, the only way we can do it is by accepting ourselves that way.

Often when you think you're at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else.

Anything mentionable is manageable.

It's important to know when we need to stop, reflect, and receive. In our competitive world, that might be called a waste of time.