This was the kiss I had waited for so long - a kiss born by the river of our childhood, when we didn't yet know what love meant. A kiss that had been suspended in the air as we grew, that had traveled in the world in the sovenier of a medal, and that had remained hidden behind piles of books. A kiss that had been lost and now was found. In the moment of that kiss were years of searching, disillusionment and impossible dreams.

Love was the key to understanding all of the mysteries.

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

Certain things are so important that they need to be discovered alone.

The path to wisdom is not being afraid to make mistakes.

But if you've ever felt love, you'll know how painful it is to suffer for love.

I have spent every New Year's Eve since 1992 in Lourdes. I spend the hour of my birth every year in the grotto. It's a place with meaning for me.