To love is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God.

Outer beauty is inner beauty made visible, and it manifests itself in the light that flows in our eyes.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

You have two choices: to control your mind or to let your mind control you.

We must love because we are loved by God. We must be conscious of death if we are to have a proper understanding of life. We must struggle in order to grow, but without falling into the trap of the power we gain through that struggle, because we know that power is worthless. Finally, we must accept that our eternal soul is, at this moment, caught in the web of time with all its opportunities and its limitations.

A Warrior knows that his best teachers are the people whom he shares the battlefield.

When you possess great treasures within you and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.