Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
The mists remain of the false glory that erupts from history.
Everything that exalts and expands consciousness is good, while that which depresses and diminishes it is evil.
Those faults we do not have, do not bother us.
Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.
Martyrs create faith, faith does not create martyrs.