We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.