Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

“Waiting for perfect is never as smart as making progress.”

I want to do it because I want to do it.

A house divided against itself cannot stand.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.

I want to be like a sunflower so that even on the darkest days I will stand tall and find the sunlight.

All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.