Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?

The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.

Small kindnesses often, unintentionally, produce the biggest payoffs.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

Everyone has some inner power that awaits discovery.

Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.

You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.