How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnished for the world to come.

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between.

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud.

Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.

Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

Morality is the foundation of sadhana. Morality is the base, intuition is the way and Life Divine is the goal

When in a negatively charged state, be careful about the decisions you make.

For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.

Our very awareness is the window upon which reality presents itself.

We do ourselves and others a disservice when we make old age something to be feared...The longer we live, the more life we possess.

A lot of people talk about writing. The secret is to write, not talk.

I am determined to control events, not be controlled by them.

As much as I have films and all that sort of stuff, a lot of my memories are to do with relationships and love.

In the end, the work shows if you're good.

Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.