I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

There is no blindness more insidious, more fatal that this race for profit.

Faith is a mockery if it does not teach us that we can build a more complete and beautiful world.

There is joy in self-forgetfulness. So I try to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness.

I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the understanding which bringeth peace.