You know you have found love when you can't find your way back.

Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some side road might be some trifle I'm entitled to?

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?

It is not necessary to be strong in every place if in the place you are vulnerable, you are loved.

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.

We gain no easier advantage than by relentlessly pursuing our goal while others pursue an advantage.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.