A Life Without Love, No

I Was One Of Those Fortunate Individuals Who Grew Up In A Large, Passionate, Demonstrative Italian Family Where We Were Taught To Love As Naturally As We Breathed And Ate Giant Bowls Of Pasta!

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

You Can't Imagine The Joy I Feel When I Hear That Something I've Said Or Done Or Written Has Helped Others To Regain Their Sense Of Dignity, To Motivate Them To Develop Their Unique Potential, To Encourage Them To Reach Out To Others In Love.

Everybody Is Teaching Everybody To Love At Every Moment.

I Love To Think That The Day You're Born, You're Given The World As A Birthday Present.