The Warrior of the Light concentrates on the small miracles of daily life.

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.

The true lover realizes that freedom is needed for loyalty to blossom.

I write to empty my mind and to fill my heart.

When we can do nothing else, we can still love, without expecting any reward or change or gratitude.

Fear reaches only to the point where the unavoidable begins; from there on, it loses its meaning. And all we have left is the hope that we are making the right decision.

You can only know a good wine if you have first tasted a bad one.