About loving, I have little to learn from the young.
There the door is always open into the “holy” — growth, birth, death.
One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.
Love cannot exorcise the gifts of hate. / Hate cannot exorcize what has no weight, / But laughter we can never over-rate.
True power is given to the vulnerable.
How slowly one comes to understand anything!