Each of us has capacities. The real trick is knowing the machinery of the boat in which you are crossing the channel.

Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.

Wars and temper tantrums are the makeshifts of ignorance; regrets are illuminations come too late.

Follow your bliss. The heroic life is living the individual adventure. There is no security in following the call to adventure. Nothing is exciting if you know what the outcome is going to be.

We're in a freefall into future. We don't know where we're going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you're going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. It's a very interesting shift of perspective and that's all it is... joyful participation in the sorrows and everything changes.

The seizure of passionate love can be, in such a context, only illicit, breaking in upon the order of one's dutiful life in virtue as a devastating storm.

It's a shame to waste [the uniqueness that is you], by doing what someone else has done.