In the midst of regular life, running is the touchstone that breathes adventure into my soul.

When it comes down to it, determination has a greater impact than giftedness.

When we focus on our gratitude, the tide of disappointment goes out and the tide of love rushes in.

Running is always an exercise in humility.

Running has taken me in, and continues to comfort, heal and challenge me in all kinds of magical ways. I am not a 'good runner' because I am me. I am a good 'me' because I am a runner.

If we write our dreams and goals down, we dramatically increase our odds of realization. If we share them with others, they become potent and alive.

Embrace your sweat. It is your essence and your emancipation.

When everything is moving and shifting, the only way to counteract chaos is stillness. When things feel extraordinary, strive for ordinary. When the surface is wavy, dive deeper for quieter waters.

It's easy to lose sight of God when life is sweet and easy, but there is something awesome about despair, and it is the closeness of God when we are at our weakest.

I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.

Times of transition are strenuous, but I love them. They are an opportunity to purge, rethink priorities, and be intentional about new habits. We can make our new normal any way we want.

Making the best of things is a damn poor way of dealing with them. My life has been a series of escapes from that quicksand.

And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip music brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries.

It's time to take the 'Men Only' sign off the White House door.

I think parents should know what their children are reading, and if they truly object, they should tell their kids why, rather than summarily removing a book from their possession.

It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to.

Detente is a readiness to resolve differences and conflicts not by force, not by threats and sabre-rattling, but by peaceful means, at the conference table.

In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out with a cry of pain. How strange, I thought that the same cause should produce such opposite effects.

A language not based on universal symbols or sensations is gibberish, a pitfall of modern art, no longer modern.

We were equals once when we lay new-born babes on our nurse's knees. We will be equal again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep.

I wanted to be Gene Kelly. Well really, I just wanted to dance with Cyd Charisse.