By learning to discover and value our ordinariness, we nurture a friendliness toward ourselves and the world that is the essence of a healthy soul.
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.
We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
It is fortunate to be of high birth, but it is no less so to be of such character that people do not care to know whether you are or are not.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
So quick and so fiercely I barely had time to gasp before it was locked on me.