Life wears down the edges of the mind.

In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.

If a man knows precisely what he can do to you or what epithet he can hurl against you in order to make you lose your temper, your equilibrium, then he can always keep you under subjection.

Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature.

There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.

There are two questions that we have to ask ourselves. The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?'

Ask yourself what makes you come alive.