But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.

There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Take love when love is given.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

As an author, I breathe life into each and every character within the stories that I write. But it is the reader who gives them their souls.

Life is a narrative that you have a hand in writing.

You can't have a decent food culture without a decent coffee culture: the two things grow up together.

The way I feel is that there is a balance in my life between being alone and interacting with people, between Being and doing.

If I had asked people what they wanted, they would have said faster horses.

For wealth to translate into wellbeing, you need a spiritual element within you. Without that, your success will work against you.

Grace... expresses two complementary thoughts: God's unmerited favor to us through Christ, and God's divine assistance to us through the Holy Spirit.

It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.

You have to live before you die, or you'll die before you live.

Art is the closest we can come to understanding how a stranger really feels.