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.

Resist the system.

“How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet

April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.

Success is not about how much you accumulate, but about how much you give back.

The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper

Religion is the manifestation of the Divinity already in man.