“Bring me the sunset in a cup.”

The Soul selects her own Society.

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

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

Judge tenderly of me.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed – ‘Consider the Lilies.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired-I will never be noisy when you want to be still…nobody else will see me, but you-but that is enough-I shall not want any more.

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

If you don’t take control of your career, guess what? You’ll be stuck in the sunset watching the sunrise, I am thesunrise.

Staring off into the sunset isn’t cliche at all.

In your head, a sunset can go on for days.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

I love the yellow sun. It reminds me of Russia in the 30s for some reason.

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

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.