Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

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 look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself "if only I'd known, " but, of course, you couldn't have known.

The Law is hard, but it is the Law.

She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you're swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water's deeper than you think and there's nothing there

I was kicked out of school because of my attitude. I was not assimilating. So I went to work, taking any jobs I could get.

...whatever I ended up doing with my life,I wanted to people feel the way this music was making me feel.

For those of us who are fortunate to share an Irish ancestry, we take great pride in the contributions that Irish-Americans.

He who only wishes and hopes does not interfere actively with the course of events and with the shaping of his own destiny.

I don't care what the tape says. I didn't say it.

What one fool can do another can.

It is strange that the tactile sense, which is so infinitely less precious to men than sight, becomes at critical moments our main, if not only, handle to reality.