“Think of suffering as being washed.”

We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.

There is A madman inside of you Who is always running for office.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

I long for You so much I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks That are high in the mountains That I know are years old. I long for You so much I have even begun to travel Where I have never been before.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine…that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

To succeed, all I need to do is suffer.

Suffering brings experience.

Love endures in adversity, is moderate in prosperity; brave under harsh sufferings, cheerful in good works; utterly reliable in temptation, utterly open-handed in hospitality; as happy as can be among true brothers and sisters, as patient as you can get among the false one’s.

Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.

You can have it all without suffering from a meltdown.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one’s life.

When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.

Everyone rushes his life on, and suffers from a yearning for the future and a boredom with the present.