I already know sorrow. Today I choose joy.

A good story invites us into someone else's world where we learn, discover commonalities, and leave with compassion and understanding.

The power to heal is all in the hug.

Each of you are a voice. Together we are a choir, a powerful choir of change that circles the globe with love.

The bereaved need more than just the space to grieve the loss. They also need the space to grieve the transition.

It’s okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it’s vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.

I carry your kindness wherever I go. That way your love touches far more than just me.

Hugs are nourishment for the heart.

She who heals herself, heals others.

Sharing your story is a courageous step towards healing your own heart.

When it comes to making friends, it is never about how many that you have, but about the kind of energy that they bring. Please choose wisely.

All change is not growth as all movement is not forward.

If America is to survive, we must elect more God-centered men and women to public office; individuals who will seek Divine guidance in the affairs of state.

The perfect world is created when the mind is free to see it.

Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.

I am ambivalent about London because I am so ambivalent about England in general.

The older we get the more we must limit ourselves if we wish to be active.

Ive never really been a big sci-fi guy or a big comic book guy.

Only Los Angeles could produce a creature such as myself. New York is a boutique city. You have to be wealthy and of privilege to be able to live comfortably there.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell. You can bear this warning voice to generations yet to come. I look upon war with horror.