Love is a tenacious adventure.

Our ultimate freedom is the right and power to decide how anybody or anything outside ourselves will affect us.

Exuberance is beauty.

Compassion is one of the purest springs of love.

Optimism is a happiness magnet.

A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

Walls turned sideways are bridges.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Tolerance, like any aspect of peace, is forever a work in progress.