Give yourself wherever you can, whenever you can. You will have more to give and share again and again.

Don't appreciate me, I'm not up to it. Don't criticize me, I don't deserve it. Just be my friend and forgive me, because I am craving for it.

Always be friendly, always be kind, Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.

If you think life is magical or life is hard, either way you are right. Your thoughts are the source of reality.

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.

No dirt can touch me, like an ocean, everything that comes to me becomes clean.

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.

You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.

A friend is a friend who continues to love you and like you when you don't love him or like him any more.

Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

If you are pure in intention and in alignment with beauty and love, in body and mind, the highest levels of your spiritual self will subsume your weaknesses.

You're the brightest thing in the room, " he said. He lifted his hand from my waist, and slowly, carefully brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek. "You shine.

A magnetic personality doesn't necessarily indicate a good heart.

Show respect to people who don't deserve it. Not as a reflection of their character, but of yours.

Trade and commerce, if they were not made of Indian rubber, would never manage to bounce over the obstacles which legislators are continually putting in their way.

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?

People who are always thinking of the feelings of others can be very destructive because they are hiding so much from themselves.

When I am really angry, I clam up, go cold.

Make YOUR can larger than YOUR can't, and YOUR DREAMS bigger than YOUR doubts

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods