Love, even that love which is imagined, is sometimes all we have to get us through.

Write letters to your grandmother. She will love it. And leave you money in her will.

When love takes you by the hand and leaves you better, that is home. That's the place to stake your claim and build your life.

There are things we see with our eyes, sitting high and looking out. And there are things we see with our hearts, sitting still and looking in.

There’s danger in thinking joy is a matter of location. If we can’t find joy where we are, we probably won’t find it anywhere.

In the end . . . . . . . Stand where we feel led. Stand straight, stand tall, and try to remember that other folks might be led to stand elsewhere.

When we are honest, we admit how agreeable it can feel to be singled out for favored treatment. The biggest barrier to equality for all is that inequality for some feels good.