“True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.”

To live is to be slowly born.

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.

It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Night, when words fade and things come alive.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

Truths may clash without contradicting each other.

One’s suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields – even to sadness.

What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well.

Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday.

Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

I really can’t speak on others, but in a sense, I feel like every artist always has their problems with the industry because we all want to have our creative way.

Yes, money is important. But it’s all about the creative process.

Fruit is always the miraculous, the created; it is never the result of willing, but always a growth. The fruit of the Spirit is a gift of God, and only He can produce it. They who bear it know as little about it as the tree knows of its fruit. They know only the power of Him on whom their life depends.

And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.

Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God’s own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

We must understand love; we must be able to teach it, to create it, to predict it, or else the world is lost to hostility and to suspicion.