Nobody knows what goes on between two hearts including, more often than not, the people in whose chests they beat. - Maria Popova

The cult of productivity has its place, but worshipping at its altar daily robs us of the very capacity for joy and wonder that makes life worth living.

What is love, after all, if not an affectionate acceptance of the lover's full spectrum of being, the silly along with the solemn?

Questions of meaning are a function of human life, but they are not native to the universe itself — meaning is not what we find, but what we create with the lives we live and the seeds we plant and the organizing principles according to which we sculpt our personhood.