Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination

A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.