Because you have been blessed with the gift of life, it is your duty to help others. We are all responsible for one another.

May we always be burdened with thinking of the suffering of others, for that is what it means to be human.

We reveal most about ourselves when we speak about others.

Ignorance might be bliss. But self-forgetfulness is pure ecstasy.

I have no use for these other loves.Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love.Thank them for their love.They are so kind.Perhaps store them in the fridgeFor others to take.They say love is a panacea. I know it is not.Flakes of snow,no two are alike.When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry,for the world no longer makes sense,I won't look in the pantry or fridge.It is your hand pressing on my shoulderthat makes me whole,makes me forget.What trouble? What world?