There are no perfect men of course, but some are more perfect than others, and we can use all of those we can get.

Each of us is a seed, a silent promise, and it is always Spring.

There are some decisions in life that only you can make.

But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?

Until you divest yourself of the notion that you are a collection of needs, an empty vessel that someone else must fill up, there will be no safe place to harbor yourself, no safe shore to reach. As long as you think mostly of getting, you will have nothing real to give.

One can never change the past, only the hold it has on you.

There are no perfect men of course, but some are more perfect than others, and we can use all of those we can get.