Affluence can hinder love 
more surely than poverty.

Though love may pierce and wound you, be fearless; as if hearts never break.

We do not exploit that which we love.

One who uses the heart as a weapon is their own first casualty.

Without love, life is a wretched, pointless nightmare.

Love’s mysterious power is sovereign; ruling all, answering to none.

Love heals wounds no medicine can touch.

Love is the living core of all virtue. 

Even wisdom begins in love.

Love is the living core of all virtue. 

Even wisdom begins in love.

Love is a longing beyond desire, an ache deeper than pain.

Bestow love and it may return amplified.

Love’s power shines through darkness and drives us beyond fear to action.

Love brings forth the sacred impulse to create.

Love flows from a place of deep strength; 

it is a gentle conquest without possession.

Music conveys emotion, 

as a caress may reveal love.

Without love and wisdom, the body is a cramped prison; the mind, a solitary cell.

Speak your truth, even when it seems no one listens.

I was a foundling. In 1938, I was left on a fire station doorway, by someone I never knew.

More recently, I had a stroke.

The stroke caused the occasional, very realistic sense of a presence near me.

I call her Sophia.

This, partly in reference to CG Jung's use of this name for the Anima.