Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
Lakes, rivers, streams…all are water and all travel to the same destination. So it is with religion.
Fear Not. What is not real, never was and never will be. What is real, always was and cannot be destroyed.
Perfect as the wing of a bird may be, it will never enable the bird to fly if unsupported by the air. Facts are the air of science. Without them a man of science can never rise.
A leader must be constantly aware of the power of his words …. and his silences.
Love is not blind – it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.