Perhaps love makes us grow old before our time and makes us young again when youth has passed.

Love was above everything else, and there was no hatred in love, only the occasional mistake.

It is hereby decreed that the wall separating the sacred and the profane be toen down. From now on everything is sacred.

If we accept all that is wrong about us - and despite it, believe that we are deserving of a happy life - then we will have thrown open an immense window that will allow love to enter.

Postpone joy, it will diminish. Postpone a problem, it will grow.

I don't know what's going to happen to me tomorrow. That's why I don't save my best for last.

When the Warrior takes on a commitment, he keeps his word.