For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.

A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see.

There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.

There is a force within that gives you life. Seek that.

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.