God is the source of all creativity. You can be creative only when you are EN RAPPORT with God.

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

Life has a funny way of turning you into the one thing you don't want to be.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it is intolerable.

Ah men do not know how much strength is in poise That he goes the farthest who goes far enough.

And each of us can practice rights ourselves, treating each other without discrimination, respecting each other's dignity and rights.

The vote is a power, a weapon of offense and defense, a prayer.

Well, for one, you have to remember not to scream. Once you have their attention, whispering is much more effective. Screaming ghosts scare people, you know

It's pretty hard to make out what's going to be a commercial success and what's not.

Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.

We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames