Much of your pain is self-chosen.

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

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?

Life is the mistress to be wooed.

All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.

One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.