Well, Let's Distinguish Religion From Spirituality. I

The Warrior Of Light Plunges Unhesitatingly Into The River Of Passions Always Flowing Through His Life.

Our True Friends Are Those Who Are With Us When The Good Things Happen. They Cheer Us On And Are Pleased By Our Triumphs. False Friends Only Appear At Difficult Times, With Their Sad, Supportive Faces, When, In Fact, Our Suffering Is Serving To Console Them For Their Miserable Lives.

I Do Believe That Everything We See, Everything That Is In Front Of Us Is Just The Visible Part Of Reality. We Have The Invisible Part Of Reality, Like Emotions For Example, Like Feelings. This Is Our Perception Of The World, But God Is-as William Blake Said-in A Grain Of Sand And In A Flower. This Energy Is Everywhere.

I Think The Big Danger Of Madness Is Not Madness Itself, But The Habit Of Madness. What I Discovered During The Time I Spent In The Asylum Is That I Could Choose Madness And Spend My Whole Life Without Working, Doing Nothing, Pretending To Be Mad. It Was A Very Strong Temptation.

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.