There's No Heart Like The Indian Heart.

Sometimes We Love With Nothing More Than Hope. Sometimes We Cry With Everything Except Tears.

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More, The Power That Crushes Us, Or Our Endless Ability To Endure It.

That's How They Manage To Live Together, A Billion Of Them, In Reasonable Peace. They Are Not Perfect, Of Course. They Know How To Fight And Lie And Cheat Each Other, And All The Things That All Of Us Do. But More Than Any Other People In The World, The Indians Know How To Love One Another.

The Choice You Make, Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

The Voice, Afghan Matchmakers Say, Is More Than Half Of Love.