I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

If those sorts of moments would be the only pleasure life offered me, I'd be better off shutting out that one brilliant source of light to let my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it

Neither you nor I can know your destiny. You may never know it! Destiny isn't always like a party at the end of the evening. Sometimes it's nothing more than struggling through life from day to day.

And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.