There is something to astrology for those who believe in astrology, as there is something to medicine for those who believe in medicine. Every system works when we give our heart to it.

If we agree that the world is not what it seems, then we have an important question: What shall we do about it?

The only thing that matters, at the end of a stay on earth, is how well did we love, what was the quality of our love?

Flyers fell a certain kinship with the sight of the earth unencrusted by humanity, they want to see it that way in one sweeping view, in reassurance that nature still exists on her own, without a chain-link fence to hold her.

The highest art form of all is a human being in control of himself and his airplane in flight, urging the spirit of a machine to match his own.

True love stories never have endings.

The books remind us that way down deep in our hearts, part of us knows that we are creatures of light and we cannot be touched or destroyed by anything made out of atoms or destroyed at all - that light is indestructible. And we may reflect that and express that in multiple trillions of discrete ways, but nevertheless, that indestructible sense of joyful capacity to express life and express love is always there.