Without accepting the fact that everything changes we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately although it is true it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience we suffer.
It is impossible to love and to be wise.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
A prudent question is one-half of wisdom.
What is truth? said jesting Pilate and would not stay for an answer.
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.
