When you're flying, an airplane doesn't care who you are; it doesn't care how much money you make or don't make. All it cares about is: How well do you fly? How well do you know the airplane? How well do you know the sky?

Anybody who's ever mattered, anybody who's ever been happy, anybody who's ever given any gift into the world has been a divinely selfish soul, living for his own best interest. No exceptions.

How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?

In the United States Christmas has become the rape of an idea.

If we want to end this lifetime higher than we began, we can expect an uphill road.

One must first learn to fall if one would fly.

One challenge of our adventure on earth is to rise above dead systems...wars, nations, destructions...to refuse to be a part of them, and express the highest selves we know how to be.