Regret Is The Most Tiresome

I Believe That Love Is The Choice We Make To Raise Ourselves And Others To The Highest Planes Of Existence.

There Are Far Too Many People For Us To Think About Each Of Them During Our Short Stay On Earth—like The Thousands Of Books In A Library We Haven’t Time To Read In An Afternoon. But This Is No Excuse To Cease Browsing. For Every Now And Then, We Find That One Book That Reaches Us Deep Inside And Introduces Us To Ourselves. And, In Someone Else’s Story, We Come To Understand Our Own.

Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain And Ecstasy Share The Same Hour

In The Beginning, I Had Considered These Stops On My Journey As Interruptions - But I'm Coming To Understand That Perhaps These Detours Are My Journey.

Books Are The Most Tolerant Of Friends.