Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

The winners of life's game always set and have goals in focus that they score to fulfill their purposes of existence and making the planet earth to celebrate joy

Dressing up. People just don't do it anymore. We have to change that.

I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.

One of the great dreams of man must be to find some place between the extremes of nature and civilization where it is possible to live without regret.

What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.

By seeing the beauty in every face we lift others into their wisest self and increase the chances of hearing a synchronistic message.

When a trout rises to a fly, it does not swim as much as tilt its fins and jet skyward.

It is man who, through his thoughts and actions, creates turmoil and disintegration in the natural, harmonious unity of the world.

We do not think ourselves into new ways of living, we live ourselves into new ways of thinking.

Shakespeare cared little for the State, the source of all our judgments, apart from its shows and splendours, its turmoils and battles, its flamings out of the uncivilized heart.