You are the honoured guest, Do not weep like a beggar For pieces of the world.

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."

There are so many things that we learn in our lives most of which we can't learn without seeing the hearts of others.

Constant dedication brings constant prosperity

True winners remain winners because they truly believe that challenges, struggles, and obstacles can all lead to big blessings through persistence and perseverance.

Omitting sacrifice will gain you nothing...He is the striver, who sacrifices delight, ail, sympathy and slumber, and at the terminalStriver is the WINNER.

The theatre is a place where one has time for the problems of people to whom one would show the door if they came to one's office for a job.

I do beseech you to direct your efforts more to preparing youth for the path and less to preparing the path for the youth.

A la Verte on devient montagnard.

A story should be like a river, flowing and never stopping, your readers passengers on a boat, whirling downstream through constantly refreshing and changing scemery.

Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.

The violence at the end is about personal torture.