“Wisdom comes not from reason but from love.”

The color of truth is gray.

There is a law in life: when one door closes to us another one opens.

In other people’s company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.

‘Therefore’ is a word the poet must not know.

Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. It’s their way of falling.

Fear of ridicule begets the worst cowardice.

Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

Poverty makes a slave out of men. In order to eat he will accept work that gives no pleasure.

You have to let other people be right’ was his answer to their insults. ‘It consoles them for not being anything else.

Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does, the better.

Trust those who seek the truth but doubt those who say they have found it.

The funny thing about love is that it must continually grow or it will diminish.

What would a narrative of happiness be like? All that can be described is what prepares it, and then what destroys it.

Envying another man’s happiness is madness; you wouldn’t know what to do with it if you had it.

Man is more interesting than men. God made him and not them in his image. Each one is more precious than all.

We can do without butter, but, despite all our love of peace, not without arms. One cannot shoot with butter, but with guns.

I don’t know about changing my perspective, because motherhood is such a glorious blessing and I am very thankful for that. It is such a beautiful experience. I so strongly recommend it. It’s bliss, love, and fulfillment of another level.

To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence, for God is love. Love is my true identity. Selflessness is my true self. Love is my true character. Love is my name.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don’t go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

I love working out to Michael Jackson.