Don't sacrifice yourself for me. I will not be grateful.
Children's liberation is the next item on our civil rights shopping list.
When men are oppressed, it's a tragedy. When women are oppressed, it's tradition.
We need old friends to help us grow old and new friends to help us stay young.
If the family were a boat, it would be a canoe that makes no progress unless everyone paddles.
If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct.
When a family is free of abuse and oppression, it can be the place where we share our deepest secrets and stand the most exposed, a place where we learn to feel distinct without being better, - and sacrifice for others without losing ourselves.
If we must lose wife or husband when we live to our highest right, we lose an unhappy marriage as well, and we gain ourselves. But if a marriage is born between two already self-discovered, what a lovely adventure begins, hurricanes and all.
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
I have always had such sincere love for truth, that I have often begun by telling stories for the purpose of getting truth to enter the heads of those who could not appreciate its charms.
Ask yourself: Have you been kind today? Make kindness your daily modus operandi and change your world.