I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.

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.

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?

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.

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

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