Love is always open arms.

After all, the wrong is done. It is past and cannot be changed. We have only the present and the future upon which to move forward.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.

Those who think they know it all have no way of finding out they don't.

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

Most of us remain strangers to ourselves, hiding who we are, and ask other strangers, hiding who they are, to love us.

A total immersion in life offers the best classroom for learning to love.