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.

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.

I already know sorrow. Today I choose joy.

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

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.

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

There are times in our Christian life when we cannot see beyond the next step and we have to trust God.

There is no joy in life like the joy of sharing.

Life begets intelligence, intelligence begets smart matter and a singularity.

[Las Vegas in the early 1960] was thrilling, exciting... I would describe it as very Parisian.

One thing I always think about in making a market, and it again is something I have learned from Sam [Palmisano] as well, he always says, "Be first and be lonely."

I plan to eliminate regulations that hinder domestic companies, particularly large conglomerates from investing in other companies.

It’s up to you to carve out your place, to know when to change course, and to keep yourself engaged and productive during a work life that may span some 50 years.

Life is really very fantastic, and one has to have a peculiar sense of humour to see the fun of it. [Virtue]

The self persists like a dying star, In sleep, afraid.