They spent days, nights, weeks, and years talking, never accepting the fact that, good or bad, an idea only exists when someone tries to put it into practice.

Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.

There is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exists or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence

When I had all the answers, the questions changed.

Sometimes the Warrior feels as if he were living two lives at once.

Only the defeated know LOVE. because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles - and generally lose.

I free myself from hatred through forgiveness and love.