Life Is Like A Garden, You Reap

Suffering Occurs When We Want Other People To Love Us In The Way We Imagine We Want To Be Loved, And Not In The Way That Love Should Manifest Itself--free And Untrammeled, Guiding Us With Its Force And Driving Us On.

We Must Do Jobs We Detest Because We Are Part Of An Organized Society, And If Everyone Did What They Wanted To Do, The World Would Come To A Standstill.

We Need To Create A New Revolution, And To Do That, Don’t Waste Your Life: Stop Pleasing People, And Become Who You Always Wanted To Be.

You Need To Change Yourself. The Moment That You Change Yourself It Is A Gigantic Step. And This Is What I Do. The Book Is Much More Important Than The Writer.

The Lake Was Silent For Some Time. Finally, It Said: "i Weep For Narcissus, But I Never Noticed That Narcissus Was Beautiful. I Weep Because, Each Time He Knelt Beside My Banks, I Could See, In The Depths Of His Eyes, My Own Beauty Reflected.