The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

Everyday can be extraordinary And ripe, Like a flower burst, If the will is there.

I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine.

Everybody has theology whether they admit it or not.

Every time you say it is impossible, you shoot yourself in the foot

Nothing liberates our greatness like the desire to help the desire to serve.

I wake up laughing every day. I get a kick out of life.

When we love, we see beauty; we speak in beauty; we walk in beauty. In love, we are beauty itself.

Men should come with instruction booklets.

Everyone has the right to express an opinion. No one has the right to be listened to.

The greater the emphasis on perfection, the further it recedes.

Try never to speak of your enemies by name. Any publicity is still publicity - and there are those for whom your disapproval constitutes a recommendation.