Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.

If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

If you are a dreamer come inIf you are a dreamer a wisher a liarA hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyerIf youre a pretender com sit by my fireFor we have some flax golden tales to spinCome in! Come in!

Happily chatting and counting pocket change, patting each other on the back and whistling foolish songs, we go out on the thousand-legged street and miraculously turn into passersby.

Love words, agonize over sentences. And pay

Yet in this global economy, no jobs are safe. High-speed Internet connections and low-cost, skilled labor overseas are an explosive combination.

Yes, it's tough, but not as tough as doing comedy.

Adversity is the state in which man most easily becomes acquainted with himself, being especially free of admirers then.

I believe that poets have to be inside their poems somewhere, or the poem won't work.

I was in Yorkshire. We were a family of five and I used to be sent sometimes to get the rations for the week and was easily able to carry them back. It was like one egg and a tiny bit of tea.

I don't accept the idea that literature can be just entertainment and that there is no consequences of literature in the real world.

The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.