Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth./The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Love is not without its flaws. The stronger the love, the more it tests you. Compassion and empathy will make true love persist.