Hate feeds on itself, while love will always find itself fed.

To love those who hate us is to refuse to borrow their hatred.

An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you’ll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it.

I’m not the author of my fears, but I sure feed them really well.

Of course love is blind; it keeps me blind to myself.

If I can’t quite figure out what an ego is, all I have to do is look for the thing that’s killing itself in the very act of feeding itself.