To grow up is to accept vulnerability. To be alive is to be vulnerable.

Don't keep putting your anger off. Until you go through it, you can't get out of it.

Vitam impendere vero. To stake one's life for the truth.

You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.

prayer is whenever we consciously try to get in contact with the numinous, the ineffable, the marvelous.

The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

I like the fact that in ancient Chinese art the great painters always included a deliberate flaw in their work: human creation is never perfect.