We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

While differing widely in the various little bits we know$$$ in our infinite ignorance we are all equal.

Invisible things are the only realities.

Love is friendship set to music.

The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.

Let deeds match words.

The more things you own$$$ the more they own you.

An army of principles can penetrate where an army of soldiers cannot.

The only bond worth anything between human beings is their humanness.