The perceptions of middle age have their own luminosity.

The present never ages. Each moment is like a snowflake, unique, unspoiled, unrepeatable, and can be appreciated in its surprisingness.

If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we are not really living.

To be tested is good. The challenged life may be the best therapist.

Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.

Although there are many trial marriages... there is no such thing as a trial child.

With each passage of human growth we must shed a protective structure . We are left exposed and vulnerable - but also yeasty and embryonic again, capable of stretching in ways we hadn't known before.

Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.

The source of continuing aliveness was to find your passion and pursue it, with whole heart and single mind.

If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.

Changes are not only possible and predictable, but to deny them is to be an accomplice to one's own unnecessary vegetation.

We must continually remind ourselves that there is a difference between what is natural and what is actually good for us.

Every voice raised against racism chips away at its power. We can't afford to stay silent.

Is it possible to love someone and then stop loving them? I don't think I even know what love is

I can't advise any of the young ones, because I don't know what their background was, but I would suggest that anyone who wants to be famous more than anything - there's a real problem.

I'm a revolutionary, money means nothing to me.

I'm a Southerner. We dream of having the family and the kids, and the parents want grandkids, that's all they care about, give me some grandbabies.

Reason is the main resource of man in his struggle for survival.

There is a very big forgiving side in me that keeps me very light in my heart and happy.

It’s unbelievable how you can affect someone else so deeply and never know.

On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again