Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

You'll never be alone if you’ve got a book.

Laziness is when your sleep overcomes your passion, not under the influence of drugs but under the control of excuses and procrastination!

I admire some people for their brilliance and I respect others for their strength. But I am indebted to those who can rekindle my spirit.

It’s as predictable as the tide and the moon. It ebbs and flows. Death comes and it goes."- THE WICKED DEEP

If we can but prevent the government from wasting the labours of the people, under the pretence of taking care of them, they must become happy.

If I didn't write my soul would dry up and die.

Pressed, I would define spirituality as the shadow of light humanity casts as it moves through the darkness of everything that can be explained.

You shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.

If I ever complain to an agent about anything, he always has a pained look on his face, like, "How can you be so ungrateful? Why, Mick, I just named my yacht after you!"

To him who has thought, or done, or suffered much, the level days of his childhood seem at an immeasureable distance, far off as the age of chivalry, or as the line of Sesostris.