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!
Colour is, on the evidence of language alone, very bound up with the feelings.
There seemed to be endless obstacles - it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.
It's weak and despicable to go on wanting things and not trying to get them.
The growth of understanding follows an ascending spiral rather than a straight line.