All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.

Sometimes I need to be a stranger to myself. Only then my soul can show me not what I want, but what I need to see.

But he knows that no man is an island.

We need to forget what we think we are, so that we can really become what we are.

Listen to your heart. It knows everything.

When everything seems to be going well and your dream is almost within your gasp, that is when you must be more alert than ever.

Does a leaf, when it falls from the tree in winter, feel defeated by the cold? The tree says to the leaf: "That’s the cycle of life. You may think you’re going to die, but you live on in me. It’s thanks to you that I’m alive, because I can breathe. It’s also thanks to you that I have felt loved, because I was able to give shade to the weary traveller. Your sap is in my sap; we are one thing.