Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

It is said that in life we must play with the cards we are dealt, but too often I have kept those cards too close to my chest.

If there were no nobodies, The somebodies would not have anybody, To convince that they were somebody, Except some other somebody, Who would not be convinced anyway.

Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.

How often have I tried just hard enough so that I can then say to myself that I tried with the real purpose of assuaging my guilt about something I did not wish to succeed in the first place?

How unfortunate it is to be constrained by what people might say at our funeral or on our gravestone.

Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.