For ordinary humans, someone crazy is highlighting, for ordinary crazy, someone human is highlighting. Is being ordinary, ordinary?

Love is the basic need of human nature, for without it, life is disrupted emotionally, mentally, spiritually and physically

The more one judges, the less one loves.

“One can only describe the human but can never define it because humans are complex in their nature.”

One can only describe the human but can never define it because humans are complex in their nature.

It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows. And why, if this -- and much more than this is true -- why are we yet surprised in the window corner by a sudden vision that the young man in the chair is of all things in the world the most real, the most solid, the best known to us--why indeed? For the moment after we know nothing about him.

Such is the manner of our seeing. Such the conditions of our love.