Anne Morrow Lindbergh

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.

As a young child my attention span was, as I remember it, rather short.

Jessica Jackley has a gift for making people want to fork over their cash. To total strangers. Far, far away.

If you're not having a good time, find something else that gives you some joy in life.