The simplest and shortest ethical precept is to be served as little as possible . . . and to serve others as much as possible.

I often think how unfairly life's good fortune is sometimes distributed.

… for nightinggales - we know - can’t live on fairytales.

I love her not with my mind or my imagination, but with my whole being. Loving her I feel myself to be an integral part of all God's joyous world.

I now understand that my welfare is only possible if I acknowledge my unity with all the people of the world without exception.

I can’t think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me

A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside. This was the way Natasha's wound healed. She thought her life was over. But suddenly her love for her mother showed her that the essence of life - love - was still alive in her. Love awoke, and life awoke.