We love those whom we serve (p. 26)

To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we're walking.

We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are supposed to look like, painted by the brush of out intentions. It's the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances.

I believe that in spite of the chains we bind ourselves with, there's a primordial section of the human psyche that is still nomadic and still yearns to roam free.

From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.

. . . Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.