“Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.”

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?

It’s all the same to the clam.

Whatever you are is all okay. I don’t like you anyway.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make it myself.

And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends.

And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

If the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.

I keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong places.

I can be somebody’s and still be my own.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

He wasted his wishes on wishing.

Muddy water, let stand, becomes clear.

Everything is clearer when you’re in love.

I keep the subject of my inquiry constantly before me, and wait till the first dawning opens gradually, by little and little, into a full and clear light.

If you keep a clear vision for your future, it will pull you like a magnet through your toughest times.

To do much clear thinking a person must arrange for regular periods of solitude when they can concentrate and indulge the imagination without distraction.

As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

You live out the confusions until they become clear.