Love is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
We have no word for ‘nation’ in our language.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Life is given to us; we earn it by giving it.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
et me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
In love all the contradictions of existence merge themselves and are lost.