If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.
In Silence there is eloquence.
The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.