What is imagination? Perhaps it is the shadow of the intangible truth$$$ perhaps it is the soul's thought.

Oh well$$$ perhaps when you're my age$$$ you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast. The mind too$$$ but it doesn't talk about love.

Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?

Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.

Just as real events are forgotten$$$ some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

Is there anything better than to be longing for something$$$ when you know it is within reach?

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

Nice people don't necessarily fall in love with nice people.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.