A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price for our right to live.
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
In love all the contradictions of existence merge themselves and are lost.
Love must be one and two at the same time.