No one will ever feel sorry for me.

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

I'm one of the most fortunate people in the world.

In my life, I am often reminded that there is a destiny that rules over us, because no one whom I know about or whom I read about seems to be completely happy during a long time.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

It is selfish to concern oneself with tragedies.

I tried to allow my children to take risks, to test themselves. Better broken bones than broken spirit.