Most people come to fear not death itself but the many terrible ways of dying.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
The World is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.
What then is time? If no one asks me I know what it is. If I wish to explain...
The purpose of all wars is peace.
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
