Long after people forget what you said or did, they will remember how you made them feel. —Tim Sanders.

All of one's contemporaries and aging friends are living in a delicate balance, and one feels that one's own consciousness is no longer as brightly lit as it once was. But then, twilight with its more subdued colors has its charms as well.

It's still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.

My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness.

A person must make the effort to learn, and growing is the inevitable reward of learning.

The naturally lonely person does not look for comfort in love, but accepts the variables as due course.

I knew that if God loved me, then I could do wonderful things, I could try great things, learn anything, achieve anything. For what could stand against me, since one person, with God, constitutes the majority?