We don't love to be loved in return; we love to love.

A life of love is one of continual growth, where the doors and windows of experience are always open to the wonder and magic that life offers. To love is to risk living fully.

To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a smooth eggplant without thinking of Papa. Like his plants and trees, I grew up as a part of his garden.

We treat our encounters with them with carefree casualness. We are certain that our relationships will naturally take care of themselves.

Time has no meaning in itself unless we choose to give it significance

When love is accompanied with deep intimacy, it raises us to the highest level of human experience. In this exalted space, we can surrender our egos, become vulnerable and know levels of joy and well-being unique among life experiences. We attain a glimpse of the rapture that can be ours. Boundaries are blurred, there are no limitations and we rejoice in union. We become one and, at the same time, both.

Love requires that we overcome the traditional and self-defeating fears that place distance between ourselves and others.