For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

Those who consciousness is unified abandon all attachment to the results of action and attain supreme peace. But those whose read more

Those who consciousness is unified abandon all attachment to the results of action and attain supreme peace. But those whose desires are fragmented, who are selfishly attached to the results of their work, are bound in everything they do.

Love , if you have it , you don't need anything else...and if you don't have it , it harldy read more

Love , if you have it , you don't need anything else...and if you don't have it , it harldy matters what else you have .

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn read more

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".

I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.