The book in my hands became my trusted companion. What was written there had so much power that it forced me to stop avoiding myself, to make my own choices as well. And through some...

I am alone. I am here. No one is watching me. In these hours of silence that I cherish, I talk to myself and reflect. That past, entrenched in time, motionless and infinite, has vanished...

I already knew that I had the ability to free myself from hatred, and I viewed this as my most significant conquest.

I knew of no instruction manual for reaching a higher level of humanity and a greater wisdom. But I felt intuitively that laughter was the beginning of wisdom, as is was indispensable for survival.

I was discovering that the most precious gift someone can give us is time, because what gives time its value is death.

If you believe what you say, words become reality.

Now I realized that life supplies us with everything we need for the journey. Everything I had acquired either actively or passively, everything I had learned either voluntarily or by osmosis, was coming back to...

I was beginning to think that in life there might be some suffering that was worth enduring.