I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.