I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

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.

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?

It's a shame that humans don't come with reset buttons.

I've wondered why the famous congregate with each other. Perhaps it's to assure each other that they really are as important as they think they are.

The truest indication of gratitude is to return what you are grateful for.

Every life can be learned from, as either a flame of hope or a cautionary flare.