But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.

Tomorrow morning, he decided, I'll begin clearing away the sand of fifty thousand centuries for my first vegetable garden. That's the initial step.

Happiness lies in hope.

The desire to write grows with writing.

Let the blossoms of love beautify your heart.

We don't even know we are brothers and sisters.

We knew it was going to be the biggest event scheduled in the history of women's sports, but we didn't ever fathom we would be playing before sold-out stadiums all over the country.

Timing is everything.

Yet once you've come to be part of this particular patch, you'll never love another. Like loving a woman with a broken nose, you may well find lovelier lovelies. But never a lovely so real.

A sannyasin has to relax to that total state of let-go when everything happens and nothing is done.

Don't you know yet that men are full of words that mean nothing? The silence of a woman is a thousand times weightier. You must learn to trust silence. To load it with truth, and to wait.

Do we know what we look like? Not really.