Forgiveness Is Just Another Name For Freedom.

As Far As Intellect, What Else Is There? Without Intellect, No Story And No World.

Maybe Everything We've Ever Done Has Been For Love.

Clarity Moves Much More Efficiently Than Violence Or Stress.

In The Fall, You Don't Grieve Because The Leaves Are Falling And Dying. You Say, "isn't It Beautiful!" Well, We're The Same Way. There Are Seasons. We All Fall Sooner Or Later. It's All So Beautiful. And Our Concepts, Without Investigation, Keep Us From Knowing This. It's Beautiful To Be A Leaf, To Be Born, To Fall, To Give Way To The Next, To Become Food For The Roots. It's Life, Always Changing Its Form And Always Giving Itself Completely. We All Do Our Part. No Mistake.

No One Has Ever Been Angry At Another Human Being-we’re Only Angry At Our Story Of Them.