“Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.”

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.

Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Let your best be for your friend.

Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

I believe in the power of laughter and tears as an antidote to hatred and terror.

Take off your bedroom slippers, put on your marching shoes. Shake it off. Stop complaining, stop grumbling, stop crying. We are going to press on. We’ve got work to do.

Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than to remember me and cry.

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn’t see or hear or touch.