Every human has four endowments- self awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom... read more

Every human has four endowments- self awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom... The power to choose, to respond, to change.

When poverty comes in at doors, love leaps out at windows.

When poverty comes in at doors, love leaps out at windows.

I don't know, I guess I figured out that in a relationship you can't choose when you want to like read more

I don't know, I guess I figured out that in a relationship you can't choose when you want to like this person or that one...you're in a relationship for a reason and you need to stick with it or give it up. And I'm not ready to give it up.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth is not beauty, beauty is not love.

Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth is not beauty, beauty is not love.

We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present read more

We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need. You are the sun, the air I read more

I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need. You are the sun, the air I breathe. Without you, life wouldn't be the same. Please don't ever go away. And if you go, then don't forget to take me with you.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.