A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

Let us be awake and live every moment of our precious, loving, and spontaneous life.

Place your allegiance and respect in what is everlasting and real, not in the transitory and false.

Obstinacy is the result of the will forcing itself into the place of the intellect.

The stars don't look bigger, but they do look brighter.

My best vacation memory is getting barreled at the beach in Hawaii.

Choose clients as you would friends.

High descent and meritorious deeds, unless united to wealth, are as useless as seaweed.

Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.

In times of tragedies, our duty is to lend a helping hand to those in grief and thus light lamps of kindness and compassion.

When I was ten, I saw 'Grease' on stage and thought: 'I want to be part of that; it looks like so much fun.' My mum enrolled me in a local theatre group, and it all went from there.