Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

Everything that is excellent will come when this sleeping soul is aroused to self-conscious activity.

You are responsible for your life. You can't keep blaming somebody else for your dysfunction. Life is really about moving on.

“Most of our obstacles would melt away if, instead of cowering before them, we should make up our minds to walk boldly through them.”

The space within becomes the reality of the building.