I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.
Some wounds run too deep for the healing.
To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark.
If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
Get up, you useless lump, get up!
Read a lot. Reading really helps. Read anything you can get your hands on.
In that power of self-control lies the seed of eternal freedom.
All information of a spiritual or personal nature will have to come from our father, who art in heaven, and I think he's in New York right now.
What vexes me most is, that my female friends, who could bear me very well a dozen years ago, have now forsaken me, although I am not so old in proportion to them as I formerly was: which I can prove by arithmetic, for then I was double their age, which now I am not. Letter to Alexander Pope. 7 Feb. 1736.
Progress? There's no such thing as progress. There's only change. You dig a hole in the ground, you build up a city, and you fight a war, and you call it progress?