At Christmastime, whenever I feel overwhelmed and a little out of sorts, all I have to do is think of my father and the things he'd be doing if he were here – and I smile.

As the last curtain falls on a spent year, a new year pirouettes to center stage with the elegance and charm of a prima ballerina – and delivers the promise of peace, hope, love and joy.

The mind can't delete what the heart won't let go of.

Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.

Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.

I have learned that I must push the pause button occasionally and retreat into that private place in my soul where it is only me and God!

Surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter is to the soul what sunshine is to a flower.

The human spirit is a magnificent entity. Just when we think we can stand no more, something significant touches our soul... and life goes on.

Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God's blessings.

As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

Read Hearn, the most eloquent and truthful interpreter of the Japanese mind, and you see the working of that mind to be an example of the working of Bushido.

When beautiful woman attracts money, she can't achieve a good end.

Women were the very devil, at the mercy of their frail strength.

I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

Our vision, which has not changed since the day the company was founded.

The more we treasure the words of the prophets and apply them the better we will recognize when we are drifting off course-even if only by a matter of a few degrees.

I'm really schizophrenic about that, because on the one hand I would say, yes there is, there's something inherently, even violent about it, it's wild and raw and all this.

Beauty comes from the happiness within.

A poem is, so to speak, a way of making you forget how you wrote it.

If we sit deep in meditation, the glow within the body will brighten, and will expand and spread outside. That is Devi Puja