A wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

Have you ever heard the earth breath?

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

To be a success, follow your love but not the process.

In the guise of frankness many people ruin their world by saying unpleasant things to friends and family. The bad words make them a bad world.

Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes in to us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands and hopes we've learnt something from yesterday.

Justice and truth are too such subtle points that our tools are too blunt to touch them accurately.

My perfect reader doesn't just read - he or she devours books.

We don’t do what we do for the glory or the fame or the credit; we do it for the quiet satisfaction of making the world a better place, saving the lives of innocents, and being better than you are.

The kundalini comes in two primary forms when it comes forward from a spiritual teacher.

As someone who played music and never got famous, and remembers little fragments of that, I don't remember life as a dramatic flamboyant thing.

I'm very lazy, it's just that I love music and I love the things that I get to do. That's why I feel so blessed.

It matters little if something is 'craft' or 'art.' The question is only this: does it give me pleasure?