“Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.”

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

Be not ashamed women, You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

I and this mystery, here we stand.

The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him – it cannot fail.

These are the days that must happen to you.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

The art of art is simplicity.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars.

The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.

The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.

Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing – you.

There is no God any more divine than Yourself.

If I were the earth it would disgust me, all this vermin on my back, I’d shake it off.

I know that fewer people are won over by the written word than by the spoken word and that every great movement on this earth owes its growth to great speakers and not to great writers.

Success is the sole earthly judge of right and wrong.

The earth doesn’t need to go to meet the sky. True love is the one that doesn’t get a destination.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

Rain is the warm softness of a mother’s hand as she soothingly dabs that nasty smelling ointment on that bruised kneecap of yours, her delicate features creased with worry.

God put me on this Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I’m so far behind that I’ll never die

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.