I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?

I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.

There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands.

There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".

Even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful!.

Even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful!.

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to read more

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not read more

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.

Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.

Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.