“Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.”

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.

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.

I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be, and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.

Give an inch, he’ll take an ell.

You are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.

But the act of holding on speaks to me so much more about a human heart than the courage of letting go ever could.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.

Stop giving your infant heart/ wrapped in blind vows/ white lies/ and a haunted past/ stop asking for love/ if you don’t know how to give any/ stop hurting others/ stop it/ stop it/ just fucking stop it.

Without literature, life is hell.