My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

When your heart turns cold, it causes your soul to freeze.

We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.

When my heart can beat no more, I hope I die for a principle or a belief that I have lived for.