A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.

In my garden the winds have beaten the ripe lilies; in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young narcissus.

We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven.

I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.

Dance until the earth dance.

She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.

One flower may slay the winter and meet death.

You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow.

I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.

Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.

No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell; I live; I am alive.

God desires to use every believer to spread his kingdom everywhere in a grand manner.

Go with the ebbs and the flows, and allow this non-resistance to guide us to contentment.

The digital camera has given me total freedom and a different way of filming.

I hate to go to movies or watch a TV show and know the ending within 15 minutes.

When we get together to rehearse, we could write music together all day long - GOOD music.

In the early days, I often felt that I was taking a math test when we were playing. It was a profound feeling of having to prove myself.

But the admiration for Jackson was by no means confined to his own soldiers and to his own section.

We are more powerful, more knowledgeable, better prepared than we think we ever are.