“The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.”

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.

There is A madman inside of you Who is always running for office.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

I long for You so much I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks That are high in the mountains That I know are years old. I long for You so much I have even begun to travel Where I have never been before.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine…that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

I should not make any promises right now, But I know if you Pray Somewhere in this world – Something good will happen.

I was the kind nobody thought could make it. I had a funny Boston accent. I couldn’t pronounce my R’s. I wasn’t a beauty.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

I feel fine and comfortable with myself, but not because I’m beautiful.

There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.

She has the scent of cinnamon summer that the roots of winter absorb.

What is really beautiful must always be true.