We love those whom we serve (p. 26)

It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.

The reason we start things is rarely the reason we continue them.

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?

Everybody needs love. Everybody. Those who don't believe that frighten me a little.

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

There are two kinds of people. Those who climb mountains and those who sit in the shadow of the mountains and critique the climbers.