Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy
You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love
your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable.