One of the cosmic laws, I think, is that whatever we hold in our thought will come true in our experience.

The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly. Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection go anywhere, instantly.

Sometimes when you say goodbye, that's the right thing to do in a relationship.

No one does anything uncharacteristic of who they are.

Have you ever felt so at one with the world, with the universe, with everything that is, that you were overcome with love? That is reality. That is the truth. What we make of it is up to us, as the painting of the sunrise is up to the artist. In our world humanity has strayed from that love. It lives hatred and power struggles and manipulations of the earth itself for its own narrow reasons. Continue and no one will see the sunrise. The sunrise will always exist, of course, but people on earth will know nothing of it and finally even stories of its beauty will fade from our knowing.

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.

Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn't have limits.