I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.

“The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us”

Plato is my friend — Aristotle is my friend — but my greatest friend is truth.

I refuse to allow any man-made differences to separate me from any other human beings.

Its like a finger pointing away to the moon. Don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory.