If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

How to raise sons who respect women:Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

Our spirits are connected honey. Wrapped in firsts of gnarled heartache. But I promise not to let go if you don't.

The only wisdom is to fear God.

Do you see dignity & grace as a state of emotional and spiritual being or a physical projection of courage and class? Perhaps they describe both.

The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness.

The Grecian’s maxim would indeed be a sweeping clause in Literature; it would reduce many a giant to a pygmy; many a speech to a sentence; and many a folio to a primer.

These days there's all too much coverage of pesudo-events about extraordinarily inauthentic people doing inauthentic things.

Go first class all the way and the universe will respond by giving you the best.

The sower of the seed is assuredly the author of the whole harvest of mischief.

The hard left is a very small section of the British population and I myself am not hard left. I am a traditional Labour left-winger.

The kernel, the soul - let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances - is plagiarism.

The highest ideal of cure is the speedy, gentle, and enduring restoration of health by the most trustworthy and least harmful way.