When you're rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.

You've lived through a lot of wars, I said. "Yes." Do they ever make more sense? "No.

I'm in love with hope.

You are not your past.

You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.

When he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod, What hills of peace or pain he won? I hope God smiled and took his hand, And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool! Life’s book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain at school?" A poem by Charles Hanson Towne