“I imagine that yes is the only living thing.”

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

Progress is a comfortable disease.

Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)

Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.

Hate is a lack of imagination.

May I be given the appropriate difficulties so that my heart can truly open with compassion. Imagine asking for that.

Don’t imagine that, if you had a great deal of time, you would spend more of it in prayer. Get rid of that idea; it is no hindrance to prayer to spend your time well.

Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.

It is much easier to imagine ourselves in the place of God the Creator than in the place of Christ crucified.

These visions which I saw were not in sleep nor in dreams, nor in my imagination nor by bodily eyes or outward ears nor in a hidden place; but in watching, aware with the pure eyes of the mind and inner ear of the heart.

What if God’s ‘NO,’ is really a gift? His way to protect us from what we cannot see, provide something better than we can imagine, or be part of the process of growing us closer to Him.

He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself, lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.