What is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

Exuberance is beauty.

Healing begins where the wound was made.

My life is full of mistakes. They’re like pebbles that make a good road.

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.

Love is really... a recognition of another person’s integrity and truth.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it.

Only love can heal the wounds of the past.

The transformation of the heart is a wondrous thing, no matter how you land there.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Our prime purpose in this life is to help others.

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it.