I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?

We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining cloud is one of the most majestic of all secondary lights.

Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

My day-mind can endure / Upright, in hope, all it must undergo. / But O, afraid, unsure, / My night-mind waking lies too low, too low.

A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back -- it is already so far.

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

No mirror keeps its glances.

Challenges turned the eye inward to empower a renewed self for an enhanced future.

To be just, a law has to be flexible.

All children are born to grow, to develop, to live, to love, and to articulate their needs and feelings for their self-protection

There’s no such thing as a bitter person who keeps the bitterness to himself.

And I ask him why he cuts his arms with a razor. "Just fo feel. Just to feel something.

Praising people behind their back is monstrously unfair, because the one thing you can't defend yourself against is the good that people say about you.

Color is something we see with our eyes, but love is something we see with our heart.

Recipes are just descriptions of one person’s take on one moment in time. They’re not rules.

Fine manners need the support of fine manners in others.

And I leave the children the long, long days to be merry in in a thousand ways, and the Night, and the trail of the Milky Way to wonder at.