If Fate Doesn't Make You Laugh, You

Some Things Are Just So Sad That Only Your Soul Can Do The Crying For You.

You Can't Kill Love. You Can't Even Kill It With Hate. You Can Kill In-love, And Loving, And Even Loveliness. You Can Kill Them All, Or Numb Them Into Dense, Leaden Regret, But You Can't Kill Love Itself. Love Is The Passionate Search For A Truth Other Than Your Own; And Once You Feel It, Honestly And Completely, Love Is Forever. Every Act Of Love, Every Moment Of The Heart Reaching Out, Is A Part Of The Universal Good: It's A Part Of God, Or What We Call God, And It Can Never Die.

Cowardece Is Often Just Another Name For Being Taken By Surprise.

The Truth Is That There Are No Good Men, Or Bad Men,' He Said. 'it Is The Deeds That Have Goodness Or Badness In Them. There Are Good Deeds, And Bad Deeds. Men Are Just Men - It Is What They Do, Or Refuse To Do, That Links Them To Good And Evil. The Truth Is That An Instant Of Real Love, In The Heart Of Anyone - The Noblest Man Alive Or The Most Wicked - Has The Whole Purpose And Process And Meaning Of Life Within The Lotus-folds Of Its Passion. The Truth Is That We Are All, Every One Of Us, Every Atom, Every Galaxy, And Every Particle Of Matter In The Universe, Moving Toward God.

Let Me Explain Something To You. Look Around Here. How Many People Do You Count? Sixty, Eighty, Eighty People? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists From Everywhere. Eating, Drinking, Talking, Laughing. And From Bombay - Indians And Iranians And Afghans And Arabs And Africans. But How Many Of These People Have Real Power, Real Destiny, Real Dynamic For Their Place, And Their Time, And The Lives Of Thousand Of People? I Will Tell You - Four. Four People In This Room With Power, And The Rest Are Like The Rest Of The People Everywhere: Powerless, Sleepers In The Dream.