I said to the almond tree, 'Friend, speak to me of God, ' and the almond tree blossomed.

As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That's the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.

True teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross; then, having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create their own.

Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.

In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.

I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.

If i can not touch the sky, then no matter touch the hearts of all of you, I wish it

Harmony, liberal intercourse with all nations, are recommended by policy, humanity, and interest.

Emily mostly perceived her habit to write down notes as being one of the ways she could use to preserve moments of life.

My mother has been famous for longer than anyone else alive.

The least strained and most natural ways of the soul are the most beautiful; the best occupations are the least forced.

Sleep conceals the creative act while the objective world reveals it. In sleep man impresses the subconscious with his conception of himself.

I had a very crazy aunt and uncle who we traded my brother Webster to for a Siamese cat. It was heaven to live with my aunt and uncle because you got spoiled to death.

We think a flower on a cliff is beautiful Because we stop our feet at the cliff's edge Unable to step out into the sky Like that fearless flower --Sosuke Aizen,Flower on the Precipice

On hitting a shaken opponent - His legs turned to spaghetti and I was all over him like the sauce.

Every claim creates an obligation.