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

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.

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.

Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.

There would be nothing to frighten you if you refused to be afraid.