There seemed to be endless obstacles... it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.

It's weak and despicable to go on wanting things and not trying to get them.

Sometimes I found that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.

I began to have an idea of my life, not as the slow shaping of achievement to fit my preconceived purposes, but as the gradual discovery and growth of a purpose which I did not know.