If you wait until you find something to speak up for, something that you’re passionate about that concerns you and attacks your own beliefs, then eventually, when the day finally arrives, you might also find that you have forgotten how to speak.

Happiness is exercising the little freedom that we have by choosing things that create harmony in our lives.

How freeing of a thought: instead of worrying about leaving a legacy, to leave no trace of one's existence. How liberating indeed!

A part of us always remains when we leave somewhere.It is a part we can never reclaimeven if we revisit the placefor it was never ours to begin with. There is so little of ourselvesthat belongs to us.This body is the earth’s. This heart is yours,and his and theirs.The only thing that is our ownis our freedom of will—our freedom to choose our attitudes in life. All else is borrowed.All else is everyone else’s.

Take me when I'm wild.Take me when I'm free.Take me for meand I will take you as you want to be.

What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.