Poetry is a street fighter. It has sharp elbows. It can look after itself. Poetry can't be used for manipulation it's why you never see good poetry in advertising.

What if the world is holding its breath - waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

The antidote to exhaustion isn't rest. It's wholeheartedness.

Gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us.

To have a firm persuasion in our work - to feel that what we do is right for ourselves and good for the world at exactly the same time - is one of the great triumphs of human existence.

Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you.

Our work is to make ourselves visible in the world. This is the soul's individual journey, and the soul would much rather fail at its own life than succeed at someone else's.

Enough. These few words are enough If not these few words, this breath If not this breath, this sitting here This opening to the life we have refused again and again Until now Until now.

I want to know if you know how to melt into that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of your longing.

The courageous conversation is the one you don't want to have.

His life spells living. Your life or my life, apart from Him, spells death.

Someday war and poverty will be crazy and we will wonder how the world allowed such things to exist.

No doubt.. Endings are hard, but then again.. nothing ever really ends, does it??

For most entertainers, there is a single experience, one defining moment, when confidence replaces the self-doubt that most of us wrestle with.

Men are such dupes by choice, that he who would impose upon others never need be at a loss to find ready victims.

If you don't love Jesus-go to hell!

The trouble with having a wired jaw is that you can never tell when you're sleepy. You can't yawn.

My favourite things are just wandering from place to place, going to cafés, taking photographs. My favourite day is a happy accident.

Exercise till the mind feels delight in reposing from the fatigue.

But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.