When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom

We seem to gain wisdom more readily through our failures than through our successes. We always think of failure as the antithesis of success, but it isn't. Success often lies just the other side of failure.

Love always creates, it never destroys. In this lie's man's only promise.

Man is happiest when he is creating. In fact, the highest state of which man is capable lies in the creative act.

Success often lies just the other side of failure.

Man has no choice but to love. For when he does not, he finds his alternatives lie in loneliness, destruction and despair.