Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

What is?', he said. 'What if?' is a question that belongs to magic.

But that is impossible, " said Peter."Magic is always impossible, " said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.

He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world.

Like all living things, you were created for unlimited growth and possibilities. Keep growing. Keep changing. Be everything you were meant to be.

I have to ask Allah's forgiveness and not get angry, because they come to me out of love, and it's not fitting that I should turn to them in hatred.

I never wanted to run a production company. I didn't want to convert my life into running a business.... so I always resisted it and kept things simple.

Beginnings play their prized part in every finished human accomplishment, for beginnings mean the birth of added progress.

In F-111, I question the collusion between the Vietnam War, income taxes, consumerism, and advertising.

In leadership, there are no words more important than trust. In any organization, trust must be developed among every member of the team if success is going to be achieved

I don't know about that. I'm not a very analytical person. I have various impulses. I've often quoted Walt Whitman's phrase "I contain multitudes." I understand that.

...the greatest source of misery in the world, the greatest cause of anguish and hatred and sadness and death, was neither disease nor race nor religion. It was hope.

The Gospel is the deepest consolation you can offer to the human heart.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.