All the time she writing the world had continued.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Life is war, war is game so life is game. Either lose or win. Know it earlier

Looking at the glass half full seems to help others do the same and help fill their glasses too.

Be all that you can be.You can be great.

No plan ever survives its first encounter with the enemy.

It is better to be wrong than to be vague.

There is a lot of money to be made in the business of secrets, of course.

If what you are getting online is for free, you are not the customer, you are the product.

Anecdotes, personal stories, reminiscences, like biblical parables, are the medium through which faith is restored. Stories are a form of poetry, and give us a saving image to personally relate to.

Learn to use your emotions to think, not think with your emotions