“The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.”

Till I loved I never lived.

The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I have an appetite for silence.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

The Soul selects her own Society.

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

We, and all others who believe in freedom as deeply as we do, would rather die on our feet than live on our knees.

Strike the shepherd and the sheep will scatter.

Delve deeper into your dreams to capture the visualized, yet unseen.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Minds ripen at very different ages.

Most of us know about God, but that is quite different from knowing God.