you can’t go back and change the beginning but you can start where you are and change the ending.

When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins

Child, to say what you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that is the whole art and joy of words.

No, you're forgetting,' said the Spirit. 'That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light

Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is watching.

Have courage, dear heart, for there is nothing to be afraid of and never has been.

After than, the Head’s friends saw that the Head was no use as a head, so they got her made an inspector to interfere with other Heads. And when they found she wasn’t much good even at that, they got her into Parliament where she lived happily ever after.

...Cuando os encontréis con algo que tiende a ser humano pero todavía no lo es, o que había sido humano en el pasado y ya no lo es, o debería ser humano y no lo es, no lo perdáis de vista y buscad vuestra hacha.

You doubt your value. Don't run from who you are.