The only tyrant I accept in this world is the "still small voice" within me. And even though I have to face the prospect of being a minority of one, I humbly believe I have the courage to be in such a hopeless minority.
There are no facts, only interpretations.
My brain has been transformed in a camera, so the heart could see again anytime the most beautiful movie ever filmed on the face of Earth.
Only who has no eyes to see doesn't understand the solidity of a weight even if it were to him imposed by he who perishes and falls into nothingness.
Where love cannot be felt, one must move on.
In every human being exists the hidden knowledge though which he can reach the knowledge of the spiritual world.
Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is. These are the three characteristics which the preliminary examination of the phenomenon of being allows us to assign to the being of phenomena.
A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.
The facts and our intentions are comparable for the better part to two forces that pull in two different directions and their diagonal is the course of our life.
But I believe that, little by little, we can start making positive changes.
Every day, when we wake up, let's try to orient properly our intents, thinking: I'll live this day positively. I mustn't waste it.