We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.

The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is 'What does a woman want?'

In the small matters trust the mind, in the large ones the heart.

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

We are what we are because we have been what we have been.

I prefer the company of animals more than the company of humans. Certainly, a wild animal is cruel. But to be merciless is the privilege of civilized humans.

By holding on to God at all times, we can remain calm and enjoy peace in us even in the middle of our storms.

When we turned to God, He will heal us, then we shall be happy.

We needn't be saddened with the impossible weight of managing the entire biosphere, but we must meet the challenge of living in balance with the sacred elements.

I can say with full sincerity that I am happy. I'm happy because I'm doing what I love and I'm not selling out. And I can sleep at night because I'm at peace with it.

It takes unbelievable spiritual courage, moral fortitude, to engage in militant nonviolence.

Here is the first step toward success. It's a basic step. It can't be avoided. Step One: Believe in yourself, believe you can succeed.

I swear, there is no chemical drug out there that can reproduce the feelings you have of achieving your goals.

If I have exhausted the justifications, I have reached bedrock and my spade is turned. Then I am inclined to say: 'This is simply what I do.

The prize and punishments are incentives toward unnatural or forced effort, and, therefore we certainly cannot speak of the natural development of the child in connection with them.

To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford, Go my cattle and me.