Love is not getting, but giving. It is sacrifice. And sacrifice is glorious!
Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.
I used to worry about what life was for - now being alive seems sufficient reason.
Once you assume your right to interfere in other people's problems they become in some ways more of a worry than your own, for with your own you can at least do what you think best, but other people always show such a persistent tendency to do the wrong thing.
Colour is, on the evidence of language alone, very bound up with the feelings.
The growth of understanding follows an ascending spiral rather than a straight line.