My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up ... our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.

If I am not good to myself, how can I expect anyone else to be good to me?

The happy heart runs with the river, floats on the air, lifts to the music, soars with the eagle, hopes with the prayer.

I never have written every day. When I'm writing a book, I write Monday through Friday. I always try to take Saturday and pretend to have some sanity.

Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now.

Life is going to give you just what you put in it. Put your whole heart in everything you do, and pray, then you can wait.