“I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’”

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.

Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.

One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

The concept of Queen is to be regal and majestic. Glamour is part of us, and we want to be dandy.

Having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit.

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining, I feel good, and no one’s going to stop me now.

Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.

Everywhere that I’ve been, the only thing I see is beautiful people.

So please don’t judge me and I won’t judge you ’cause it could get ugly before it gets beautiful.

Beauty is where you find it.

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward by outward beauty.