Everything that gets born dies.

Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others.

Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did we would do things differently. Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, "Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?

We have a sense that we should be like the mythical cowboy... able to take on and conquer anything and live in the world without the need for other people.

After you have wept and grieved for your physical losses, cherish the functions and the life you have left.

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?

The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn't the family.