Much that passes for education… is not education at all but ritual. The fact is that we are being educated when we know it least.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism; the way you play it is free will.

Under a ragged coat lies wisdom.

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.

If you had it all to do over, would you fall in love with yourself again?

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

You are extraordinary, exquisite, impressive, magical and I am so in love with you.