We, unaccustomed to courage
Exiles from delight
Live coiled in shells of loneliness
Until love leaves its high holy temple
And comes into our sight
To liberate us into life.

- Maya Angelou, American memoir writer, poet, and civil rights activist

To understand all is to forgive all, and I believe that if we knew everything we'd arrive at a certain serenity. Now having this serenity as much as possible, even when one knows - little - nothing - for certain, is perhaps a better remedy than what's sold in the chemists. A lot of it comes of its own accord, one grows and develops of one's own accord.

- Vincent Van Gogh, a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter