You can't make anyone love you. You just have to reveal who you are and take your chances. (105)

The only times that we can have what we long for are those moments when we stop grasping for it. At such times, all things are possible: "to a mind that is 'still' the whole universe surrenders".

If I reveal myself without worrying about how others will respond, then some will care, though others may not. But who can love me, if no one knows me? I must risk it, or live alone.

I've never began any important venture for which I felt adequate prepared

If outrageous imagination is the wine of madness, then come fill my cup.

Often things are as bad as they seem.

You can't make anyone love you. You just have to reveal who you are and take your chances. (105)