love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.

all truth is the transference of power.

Don't let that horse
eat that violin
cried Chagall's mother
But he
kept right on
painting
And became famous
And kept on painting
The Horse With Violin In Mouth
And when he finally finished it
he jumped up upon the horse
and rode away
waving the violin
And then with a low bow gave it
to the first naked nude he ran across
And there were no strings
attached

a rich man is nothing but a poor man with money

whether you think you can, or you think you can't • you are right.

just as humanity 100 years ago outlawed slavery, so is it capable of outlawing war.

years ago one of the sheiks of Istanbul sent his dervishes out to gather flowers for their lodge • they all returned with large bouquets, except for one dervish who brought back only a single withered flower • when asked why he didn't bring back any beautiful blossoms, he answered, "i found all the flowers busy remembering the lord • how could i stop their constant prayer? i kept looking and finally one flower finished its recollection, and this is the one i brought." this dervish became the next sheikh.

live as if you were living a second time, and as though you had acted wrongly the first time.

we who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread • they may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken away from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's way.

what is to give light must endure burning

blaming mother is just a negative way of clinging to her still.

don't be an agnostic - be something.

a blind man will not thank you for a looking-glass.