A home isn't just a roof over our heads. A home is a place where we feel loved and where we love others. It's a place we belong. Love is what makes a home, not the contents inside the house or the number on the door. It's the people waiting for us across the threshold, the people who will take us in their arms after a ad day and kiss us good night and good morning everyday for the rest of our lives.

The art of love-giving and taking become one.

To recognize causes is to think, and through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.

Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them.

The tree does not die, it waits.

I can think. I can wait. I can fast.

You have to try the impossible to achieve the possible