Nature itself, is the best medicine prescription, for our whole being.

Every living thing and every situation, is in divine order! Believe, and have faith that everything is where it is at, and should be! Everything happens for our highest good!

Soulful love, is poetry in motion. A contemplation of beauty from the deep arises and the mere struggle to express the rapture of the soul.

When your heart, mind and soul is in harmony - you walk with love, you walk with beauty.

When beauty is seen through the windows of the soul - rainbows appear and everything is magical. It feels simply divine.

Our inner beauty is that Kingdom of Heaven that lies within. It is a fragrance and the signature of our soul.

The soul is everlasting. It does not change. Live from your soul essence. Dare to embrace your true, full beauty. Live in GRACE!

When the inner beauty exceeds the outward beauty--it creates a magical dance in the heart.

Grace and beauty originates from within. It is the spirit's light that glows out and make every-thing beautiful

What is GRACE? an individual, inspiring and virtuous impulse, that streams the spirit with life! An elegance and divinity of one's beauty!

Beauty is a treasure grove within. Beauty has different layers and depths. Peel and and look beyond the surface deep into the heart, the soul, and the mind

In the struggle for survival, the cutest win out at the expense of the less cute because they appeal more to celebrities and, through them, to a live television audience.

There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs.

...If I were to feed strangers my information, they wouldn't have enough time to expose themselves to the world.

It's true, some senior Hungarian writers are not known for their laughter. There is a strong Germanic influence - an attitude that if it's enjoyable it can't possibly be literature.

Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.

And I fell violently on my face.

Love is the problem of an animal.

You can take power from others; you can steal it. It is not a very high-grade power. It will give you a certain amount of access to a better life; but it corrupts the individual.

Control oil and you control nations; control food and you control the people.

People in life, when they have a tendency to exaggerate or lie or whatever, you always sort of notice that their voice goes up quite high.