But have you wine and music still,And statues and a bright-eyed love,And foolish thoughts of good and ill,And prayers to them who sit above?

I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep.

For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!

I look down the farthest side of the mountain, fulfilled and understanding all, and truly content that I lived a full life and one that was my own choice

And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin.

The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving.

A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars!

For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.

For the spear was a desert physician, That cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition, With medicine bitter and strong.

When the great markets by the sea shut fastAll that calm Sunday that goes on and on:When even lovers find their peace at last,And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

She didn't know if it was God. She wasn't really sure what to call it. She just knew she believe in unconditional love. And that was really all that mattered.

Lawrence will go on burying his own undertakers.

This Divine truth flows into heaven from the Lord from His Divine love.

Loving and accepting ourselves are the ultimate acts of courage.

It is a terrible thing to want something you cannot have. It takes you over. I couldn't think straight because of it. There was no one else, I realized, whom I could possibly tell.

As it is she will probably turn out to be one of these acid-faced virgins that sit behind little desks in public libraries and stamp dates in books.

If you want to work consistently, you have to be a team player.

I live the way I want to live, and I don't comment on the way that other people live.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.