If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

A rat is neither good nor evil. It just does what a rat is suppose to do. From Phantom

When a problem or a difficult situation arises, say to yourself, as if you already believe it: "This is for my benefit.

If you realise and accept your mistakes, faults and wrong doings, it is the exact way to recognising, getting and finding yourself, when it happens, you are a genius

I don't read reviews, and I don't include the press as part of my priorities or as part of the world that has any validity to what's really important to me.

We are trying to prevent a third world war.

What makes poetry? A full heart, brimful of one noble passion.

If our society continues at its present rate to become less livable as it becomes more affluent, we promise all to end up in sumptuous misery.

I'm not a great pothead or anything like that... but weed is much, much less dangerous than alcohol.

I'm slowly becoming a repository for decomposing sorrows, regrets, ignored injustice, and forgotten promises. I can still feel its stench. But when I get accustomed to it, I will call it experience.

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.