“As selfishness and complaint pervert and cloud the mind, so sex with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.”

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.

I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.

I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the colour and fragrance of a flower – the Light in my darkness, the Voice in my silence.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.

Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement .

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.

No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars or sailed an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

We can do anything we want as long as we stick to it long enough.

In a thousand ways my friends turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.

Relationships are like Rome – difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the ‘golden age’, and unbearable during the fall.

If the blind put their hands in God’s, they find their way more surely than those who see but have not faith or purpose.

The unselfish effort to bring cheer to others will be the beginning of a happier life for ourselves.

Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.

It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.

Behind every cloud is another cloud.

I yearn for the hues of grey along with the rumbling clouds bunched together as an alluring bouquets. I relish those days basking in the crisp air away from sun rays.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Why is Cloud 9 so amazing? What is wrong with Cloud 8?

Every cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.