There's so much to be grateful for, words are poor things.

How I wish you could have known me in my strength.

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.

I do have an impulse to sort of leverage what I say against something I disagree with.

There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, everyone of them sufficient

I am grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.