A warrior of light always commits himself. He is enslaved to his dream but he is free in his steps.

All the world's roads lead to the heart of the Warrior.

Our task is not to leave a record of what happened on this date for those who will inherit the Earth; history will take care of that.

We always know which is the best road to follow, but we follow only the road that we have become accustomed to.

Loving means being open to miracles, to victories and defeats, to everything that happens each day that was given us to walk upon the face of the Earth.

I've met a man and fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I'm not expecting anything to come of it. I know that, in three months' time, I'll be far away and he'll be just a memory, but I couldn't stand living without love any longer; I had reached my limit.

The moment that he begins to walk along it, the warrior of the light recognizes the path.