Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought read more

A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know.

Yearn to understand first and to be understood second.

Yearn to understand first and to be understood second.

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it read more

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears, Till in Heaven the deed appears, Pass it on.

You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on read more

You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.

It has taken me all my life to understand it is not necessary to understand everything.

It has taken me all my life to understand it is not necessary to understand everything.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.