My mother is so full of joy and life. I am her child. And that is better than being the child of anyone else in the world.

Preach it, I say preach it.

If a person - any human being - is told often enough, "You are nothing. You are nothing. You account for nothing. You count for nothing. You are less than a human being. I have no visibility of you", the person finally begins to believe it.

People are too busy putting things under microscopes and so forth. Creativity is greater than the sum of its parts.

And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

Would you deny your son or your daughter the ecstasy of finding someone to love?

Strong women- precious jewels all- their humanness is evident in their accessibility. We are able to enter into the spirit of these women and rejoice in their warmth and courage.