I am a child of my generation, and I rejoice that I live in such splendidly disturbing times.

I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

The simplest way to be happy is to do good.

Your success and happiness lie in you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer trappings.

I thank God for my handicaps. For through them, I have found myself, my work and my God.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived. The odors of fruits waft me to my southern home, to my childhood frolics in the peach orchard. Other odors, instantaneous and fleeting, cause my heart to dilate joyously or contract with remembered grief. Even as I think of smells, my nose is full of scents that start awake sweet memories of summers gone and ripening fields far away.

Life is to be lived as a magnificent adventure, or not at all.