It's been said that every new beginning in some other beginning's end.

The most difficult of decisions are often not the ones in which we cannot determine the correct course; rather the ones in which we are certain of the path but fear the journey.

It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104

The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

I believe that love is the choice we make to raise ourselves and others to the highest planes of existence.

Could it be that to truly love a thing is not to desire it, but to desire happiness for it?