Time Has No Meaning In Itself Unless

I Still Get Wildly Enthusiastic About Little Things... I Play With Leaves. I Skip Down The Street And Run Against The Wind.

Each Man Lives Love In His Limited Fashion And Does Not Seem To Relate The Resultant Confusion And Loneliness To His Lack Of Knowledge About Love.

Don't Hold To Anger, Hurt Or Pain. They Steal Your Energy And Keep You From Love.

What We Call The Secret Of Happiness Is No More A Secret Than Our Willingness To Choose Life.

Love Is Trusting, Accepting, And Believing, Without Guarantee. Love Is Patient And Waits, But It's An Active Waiting, Not A Passive One. For It Is Continually Offering Itself In A Mutual Revealing, A Mutual Sharing. Love Is Spontaneous And Craves Expression Through Joy, Through Beauty, Through Truth, Even Through Tears.