Christmas Day is the festival of optimism.

I don't want to live in a hand -me -down world of others' experiences. I want to write about me, my discoveries, my fears, my feelings, about me.

Serious harm, I am afraid, has been wrought to our generation by fostering the idea that they would live secure in a permanent order of things.

Words are the mind's wings, are they not?

My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.

We should respect all people.

Life is a daring adventure or nothing.