We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.

What we have earned by the sweat of our brow, we defend with pride. What we have gained by the accident of birth, we guard with prejudice.

The greatest gift we give to someone who loves us is simply to be happy.

You can hope for a miracle in your life, or you realize that your life is the miracle.

The road to success is not a path you find, but a trail you blaze.

Beyond our most stubborn misperception lies often our fondest dream.