A rockpile ceases to be a rockpile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral
Freedom and constraint are two aspects of the same necessity, the necessity of being the man you are and not another. You are free to be that man, but not another.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.
Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.
Real love begins where nothing is expected in return