Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

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."

As long as karma exists, the world changes. There will always be karma to be taken care of

Commerce does not have to be a ruthless, brutal enterprise that damages people’s lives. It can be a source of happiness, healing, and hope.

التصالح مع الذات يزيل الحقد والحسد فيمتليء القلب محبة وسلاماreconciliation with oneself removes hate & envy so the heart is filled with love and peace

Start looking at the glass as half full and not half empty, a positive life is secondary to you being positive.

Horace Greeley's conversation inevitably becomes a speech.

My second ex-wife was really kind of like a ship passing in the night. Only she turned out to be the Exxon Valdez.

A woman who becomes famous through her work reduces her erotic value. A woman is permitted to chat or babble, but speaking in public with authority is still the greatest transgression.

Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

When I record somebody else's song, I have to make it my own or it doesn't feel right. I'll say to myself, I wrote this and he doesn't know it!