The shackles of belief, when reinforced by fear, are difficult to break free from and rarely done.

Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.

The thing is, the only real sign of life is growth. And growth requires pain. So to choose life is to accept pain.

That which we expect of life is indeed all that it ever can be.

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?

Humanity is always looking for the next great world, the next frontier. I wonder how different this world would be if we were content with where we were.

Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights.