I love stuff as much as the next guy, but I’ve come to understand that, regardless of the cost of acquiring it, the price of having it is freedom.

Being friendless taught me how to be a friend. Funny how that works.

Sometimes the cure for restlessness is rest.

This is pretty much what journals are all about, at least to me. I knew as I wrote them that even though they provided an excellent place for brain (and heart, and psyche) dump, they were mainly a map of me.

Even the great get greater by doing more of it.

Reading is no substitute for action.