I do not condemn any personal choices for intimate relationships. Love is love. I detest only the violence and trauma that any self-centered conduct can cause to others.

If we experienced life through the eyes of a child, everything would be magical and extraordinary. Let our curiosity, adventure and wonder of life never end.

In order to choose the right path, we do not have to figure out the wrong one... we just need to follow the light.

Life is precious. We should not take anything for granted. Living every moment as if it was our first and last is a genuine life of gratitude, acceptance and wisdom.

I don't belong to any denomination or religion, I just belong to God.

No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love, our soul reaches immortality, conquering all dimensions and all destinies.

I define spirituality as a search for love, beauty, happiness and wisdom. Spirituality is a journey that we never finish.

We are all ONE, no matter in what form, space or time. As ONE we can change the world if we start changing ourselves.

Those that expose themselves as knowing the truth, lose the battle of innocence and humility and eventually pull a trigger at the universe. Wisdom chooses the unknown to be its reason.

I always knew I was a dust. But I never knew I was also a universe.

So much time is spent on belief. So little time is spent on love!

Time is limited and some opportunities never repeat themselves.

The chicken came first - God would look silly sitting on an egg.

No human being really begins on the day which appears in the passport as their date of birth. We all begin much much much earlier.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes.

There are some things you don't learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.

Right, sure. Because there's no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-

You don't really have to believe what you write in a blog for more than the moment when you're writing it. You don't bring the same solemnity that you would bring to an actual essay.

Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny sparks of a moment's glance.