Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
But somewhere within each of us, buried at varying depths depending on the age and degree of neglect or abuse, shame or coercion we endured, there is a resistant, daydreaming, rebellious, creative, unique child -- a true self who is waiting.
At my age, in this still hierarchical time, people often ask me if I’m passing the torch. I explain that I’m keeping my torch, thank you very much-and I’m using it to light the torches of others.
How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
