By sharing something, I realized that I'm not alone, that there are a lot of people that share with me the same preoccupations, the same ideas, the same ideals, and the same quest for a meaning for this life.

When every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped noticing the good things that appear in our lives.

The story of one person is the story of all of humanity.

The wise men understood that this natural world is only an image and a copy of paradise. The existence of this world is simply a guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the world so that, through its visible objects, men could understand his spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom.

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.

I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write about love-otherwise, my soul won’t survive.

The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.