Only real true friends will tell you when your face is dirty, Others will either pamper, avoid or laugh at you certainly.[227] - 4 (Thoughts)

1.01 MY PRAYERNo stone may turn when I walk, No being may pain when I talk, No man may dread of my knock, And this I ask of You to stock.[1] - 1

2.15 GRIEFAll the grief of every man, Remove himself – he only can, For this grief that be within, Be caused by his own thinking.[110] - 2

Do not ever fear your enemies, who attack you relentlessly, But do ever be afraid of the friends who flatter you habitually.[231] - 4 (Thoughts)

Inherent in all persons does be, Love and compassion unfailingly.Give to others your love freely, And receive in turn love purely.[112] - 4

2.27 THE ULTIMATEWith compassion and renunciation walking, With wants and desires ever shedding, With love within one’s heart flowing, Peace and Divinity shall never be wanting.[158] - 2

He who is not satisfied with himself will not grow certainly, For he will be but ever lost in his unquenchable thirst surely.[224] - 4 (Thoughts)

All make mistakes but the important thing then should be, Learn from them and do not repeat them subsequently.[230] - 4 (Thoughts)

Instead of spending your dear energy on hating enemies, Utilize this energy to love your friends a little harder truly.[229] - 4 (Thoughts)

Life as a mountain – so rugged and hard to climb definitely, But once you get to the top the view is beautiful indisputably.[225] - 4 (Thoughts)

If someone left, mean not your happiness gone surely, Happiness dependant not on others but yourself but be.[223] - 4 (Thoughts)

I often learn more from one person's highly idiosyncratic experiences than I do from sources that detail universal practices or cite up-to-date studies.

Time for the likeliest story since Mary told Joseph it was God’s.

He wasn't yours to get hurt by. He was someone else's and you knew that, so why are you offended? What right do you have to be hurt when you were a part of the deception (lying by omission)?

Poetic talent doesn't operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.

What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.

All keyes hang not on one girdle.

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

Collins masterfully blends fact and fiction...transcends the historical thriller.

People moan about drugs being tested on animals. I sort of think it depends innit. If the drug's aspirin and the monkey's got a headache, is it right?

In the present the eternal stays, the rest all drops out.