It is the foregiver who is freed in foregiving.

Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love.

Experience seems to convince us that only fools trust, that only fools believe and accept all things. If this is true, then love is most foolish. For if it is not founded on trust, belief and acceptance, it's not love.

Only when we give joyfully, without hesitation or thought of gain, can we truly know what love means.

Live nutty. Just occasionally. Just once in a while. And see what happens. It brightens up the day.

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

Each of our acts makes a statement as to our purpose.