Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.

Love was the key to understanding all of the mysteries.

We are what we do, and not what we think we must do.

Infatuation was a good thing. It gave spice to life, and added to its enjoyment... But it was different from love. Love was worth everything, and couldn't be exchanged for anything.

And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free.

All suffering goes just as it came. So it is with the glories and tragedies of the world.

When we are living our dream, the difficulties we encounter make sense.