you can't kill love. you can't even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can't kill love itself. love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it's a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business

One, what would happen if everyone did this thing? Two, would this help or hinder the movement toward universal ultimate complexity?

Friendship is an Algebra test that nobody passes.

Cowardece is often just another name for being taken by surprise.

every human heart beat is a universe of possibilities.