In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

Love is life sharing, not for hurt, Love is alive both not ambiguous. Love is whole life, not an affair.

If I accept the sunshine and warmth, then I must also accept the thunder and lightning.

Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.

But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?

And one of the elders of the city , said , speak to us of good and evil. And he answered : You are good in countless ways , and you are not evil when you are not good .

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.