I have intentions as a writer, but people - when they're listening to a track - will take from it what they interpret.

Come up and be a kite, On a diamond flight!

Everyone of us has a heaven inside.

I just know that something good is going to happen. I don't know when - but just saying it could even make it happen.

Its so fascinating to think about how each snowflake is completely individual - there are millions and millions of them, but each one is so unique.

I love the whirling of the dervishes. I love the beauty of rare innocence. You don't need no crystal ball, Don't fall for a magic wand. We humans got it all, we perform the miracles.

I had friends but I was spending a great deal of my time alone and for me that was vital because there's an awful lot you learn about yourself when you're alone.

It's not important to me that people understand me.

What am I singing? A song of seeds The food of love. Eat the music.

I spend a lot of my time looking at blue, The colour of my room and my mood.

I don’t know you, And you don’t know me. It is this that brings us together.

Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all, ' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.

Sacred actions: gratitude, praying, dancing, hugging, singing, writing, painting, drawing, gardening, jogging, reading, knitting and many more!

School means work and work means death. Let's all go take a nap.

That's all any of us have in the end, isn't it? there is death ahead of all of us. And so we live.

He who thinks half-heartedly will not believe in God

It is better not to apply any treatment in cases of occult cancer; for if treated (by surgery), the patients die quickly; but if not treated, they hold out for a long time.

God has never given anybody a dream that He did not want that person to fulfill.

Juggling is very, very straightforward; very, very black and white; you're manipulating objects, not people. And that's always appealed to me.

The history of missions is the history of answered prayer.

On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.