Mature love is loving, not being loved.
The pain is there; when you close one door on it, it knocks to come in somewhere else.
Look out the other’s window. Try to see the world as your patient sees it.
One comprehends oneself in order not to be preoccupied with oneself.
I dream of a love that is more than two people craving to possess one another.
If one is to love oneself one must behave in ways that one can admire.