To make mistakes is natural, but to go to one's grave without having understood them is to make life a pointless exercise.

Love doesn't suit the lazy; sometimes it requires strong, precise actions.

In the course of that night I suddenly realized that there are many tiny windows between the body and the spirit. If they're open, emotions flow freely back and forth, but if they're partially closed, not much can filter through. Only love can fling them open all together, all at once, like a gust of wind.

life is not a race, but a shot on target: what counts is not the saving of time, but the ability to find a centre

Unshed tears leave a deposit on your heart. Eventually they form a crust around it and paralyze it, the way mineral deposits paralyze a washing machine.

Happiness always has an object... Depends on external things. Joy... Has no object. It seizes you for no apparent reason, it's like the sun, its burning is fueled by its own heart.

Follow your heart, and listen when it speaks to you.