Don't dwell too long on the past, forgive and let it go. Too many hours have been wasted on old regrets and sorrow.

It is perhaps, its ability to penetrate the multidimensional layers of the human condition at all, that makes poetry and art so valuable in today's modern age.

Love cannot be contained, love is destined to transcend and change.

What are we before love? But thoughts floating upon a sea. Searching for a shore to explore, to gaze into infinity.

You played my heart as it was meant to be played, a little, then all at once.

When we're together, I'm a leaf floating on a pond. Weightlessly in love.

Every piece of you is a living library of creation. The deeper I look, the more I see.

Like dust brushed from an old painting, as we journey beneath the surface layers of life, another landscape is revealed.

I hear you speak in songs of love, written for me only. And though I wander far too much, the path is rarely lonely.

Give me meaning, give me soul. Give my rapture, wild, a heart that is raw. Give me a mind that thinks for itself and imagines freely.

Abundance is, but a matter of perception. For here in these lands of plenty, there are more natural treasures than one can behold.

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.

The unhappy people of the known paths must certainly try the unknown paths in their search of happiness!

Everyone belongs to God. Rather black or white there is no colour for God. He loves all.

When facing the world always remember stand tall back straight chin up and always put a smile on your face

If we look at human society we see a place so difficult to live in because it is ruled by fear.

There have always been card schools at football clubs and always will be.

America is dealing with the effects of an underreaction to Donald Trump when he was running and when he was Mr. Saying-Racist-Things-on-the-News.

It is true that we can see the therapist as a technician only if we have first viewed the patient as some sort of machine.

To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

I would never describe a cloud as 'fluffy'—in Chinese or in English.