You Are Never In Love

You Are Never In Love With Anyone. You're Only In Love With Your Prejudiced And Hopeful Idea Of That Person.

Rare Indeed, Is The Relationship In Which The Other Is Not Cultivated For What One Can Get For Oneself.

My Commitment Is Not To Consistency But To The Truth.

Is It Possible For The Rose To Say, "i Will Give My Fragrance To The Good People Who Smell Me, But I Will Withhold It From The Bad?" Or Is It Possible For The Lamp To Say, "i Will Give My Light To The Good People In This Room, But I Will Withhold It From The Evil People"? Or Can A Tree Say, "i'll Give My Shade To The Good People Who Rest Under Me, But I Will Withhold It From The Bad"? These Are Images Of What Love Is About.

The Only Way Someone Can Be Of Help To You Is In Challenging Your Ideas.