I journeyed to London, to the timekept City, Where the River flows, with foreign flotations. There I was told: we have too many churches, And too few chop-houses.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

Because you live to love and love to live/ And because of what your heardrum will give/ Now we might love to live and live to love.

There is a distressing tendency of the L&D profession to latch on to half read and barely understood concepts.

High heels are pleasure with pain.

Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned. They're only powerful when you got your back turned.

To hold a people in oppression you have to convince them first that they are supposed to be oppressed.

Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; We have hard work to do and loads to lift; Shun not the struggle-face it; 'tis God's gift.

The free market is 'socialism' for the rich: the public pays the costs and the rich get the benefit - markets for the poor and plenty of state protection for the rich.

I routinely never discuss my marriage. It's nice to have things in my life that are totally mine.

For the integrated human being there is no past: there is only the continual transformation of original experience.

When the voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breastAnd everything else is still.