Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.

Love is not getting, but giving. It is sacrifice. And sacrifice is glorious!

Perhaps if one really knew when one was happy one would know the things that were necessary in one's life.

I came to the conclusion then that "continual mindfulness". . . must mean, not a sergeantmajor-like drilling of thoughts, but a continual readiness to accept whatever came.

Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but surging . . . I suppose it's lust, but it's awful and holy like thunder and lightning and the wind.

There seemed to be endless obstacles - it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.

Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.