“I love forms beyond my own, and regret the borders between us”

“I regret the narrow contracted education of the females of my own country.”

“I use bits and pieces of others [sic] personalities to form my own.”

“One of my only regrets is that I was never able to fall in love.”

“My own first love was biology. I spent a great part of my adolescence in the Natural History museum in London (and I still go to the Botanic Garden almost every day, and to the Zoo every Monday). The sense of diversity—of the wonder of innumerable forms of life—has always thrilled me beyond anything else.”

“South of the border, down Mexico way.
That's where I fell in love where stars above, came out to play.
And now as I wonder, my thoughts ever stray
South of the border, down Mexico way.”

“Regret in any form is pointless, unless it teaches us to be wise. To never let such foolishness happen again.”

“Biological family is too small of a vision. Patriotism is far too myopic. A love for our own relatives and a love for the people of our own country are not bad things, but our love does not stop at the border.”

“Those who find the strength to break the mold go beyond the border.”

“Jesus loved me and I knew not why.
And I loved Him because He quickened my spirit to heights beyond my stature, and to depths beyond my sounding.
Love is a sacred mystery.
To those who love, it remains forever wordless;
But to those who do not love, it may be but a heartless jest.”