Self-esteem is the result of recognizing our personal power; awe and wonder come from recognizing our lack of it. Both are true, and in an exceptional life there is no conflict between them.

I'm over the hill, maybe even the whole mountain range, but I don't see it that way even one little bit.

Every person you see has stories, and every person you see has a few that would break your heart. We deserve each other's respect simply because we've survived all we have and kept going anyway.

"Make your plate look like a Christmas tree," I tell people, "mostly green with splashes of other bright colors."

If you don't accept yourself, you won't live fully, and if you don't live fully you'll need to get full some other way.

Your mission isn't a project to check off your list. It's a commitment to which to dedicate your life.

I think most of us look at personal delights as somewhere between minimally important and borderline immoral. We like them, but we're not sure we ought to. We seldom give them a high priority when other demands are competing for our attention. Nevertheless, the soul feeds on simple joys and withers without them.