In secret we met$$$ In silence I grieve.

Is the man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

The Way is not in the sky; the Way is in the heart.

If you light a lamp for somebody$$$ it will also brighten your path.

In separateness lies the world's greatest misery; in compassion lies the world's true strength.

Doubt everything. Find your own light.

However many holy words you read$$$ however many you speak$$$ what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?

There isn't enough darkness in all the world to snuff out the light of one little candle.