It is perhaps, its ability to penetrate the multidimensional layers of the human condition at all, that makes poetry and art so valuable in today's modern age.

Don't dwell too long on the past, forgive and let it go. Too many hours have been wasted on old regrets and sorrow.

Love cannot be contained, love is destined to transcend and change.

What are we before love? But thoughts floating upon a sea. Searching for a shore to explore, to gaze into infinity.

You played my heart as it was meant to be played, a little, then all at once.

When we're together, I'm a leaf floating on a pond. Weightlessly in love.

Every piece of you is a living library of creation. The deeper I look, the more I see.

Like dust brushed from an old painting, as we journey beneath the surface layers of life, another landscape is revealed.

I hear you speak in songs of love, written for me only. And though I wander far too much, the path is rarely lonely.

Give me meaning, give me soul. Give my rapture, wild, a heart that is raw. Give me a mind that thinks for itself and imagines freely.

Abundance is, but a matter of perception. For here in these lands of plenty, there are more natural treasures than one can behold.

Don’t ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out

I have already lost the knowledge of the word whose sound has the shape of a soul. But perhaps it's not too late. Come with me. Hurry now. We still have a chance to be young.

The spiritual path is an inward journey. On the spiritual path, the external life remains the same, but you begin the inward journey towards the truth.

I could party in a cardboard box with people who are funny and don't care. For me, it's really about who I surround myself with, so I just try to always be with hilarious people.

It's the beautiful moments like this that make up for the ugly love

My strangest auditioning experience was when I was reading for a TV show, and right when I started the audition, the casting director left the room and yelled at me from the hallway to keep reading.

But nothing in life was set in stone and nothing in life is promised us. Not happiness, not joy, not love. Everything was variable and mutable and inconstant.

The lover is drawn by the thing loved, as the sense is by that which it perceives.

I walked away exhilarated by my success, because there's nothing like making a difference in someone's life, even if that difference is a lifetime of nightmares and a fortune in therapy bills.

I guess the only way to stop divorce is to stop marriage.