Rain is just God weeping for Earth’s troubles.

A genuine smile is one of the world’s rarest treasures.

A fish that is afraid of drowning in a river is ignorant of its gifts.

A diamond earns its sparkle from the pressure it endures.

It is in the storm, not the calm, that a rainbow is born.

A determined seed cannot be hidden from the world, not even by dirt.

Calm skies don't make skillful eagles.

If you cry in the rain, only the sky will see your tears.

Birds keep singing beautiful songs, even if they have no audience.

Today's storms help you appreciate tomorrow’s sunshine.

Train the ears to hear more, the eyes to see more, the hands to do more, the feet to accomplish more, the mind to think more, the heart to feel more, and the soul to love more.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.

I am the queen of mediocre, the king of nothingness

The real question is: to whom does the meaning of the art of the past properly belong ? To those who can app|y it to their own lives, or to a cultural hierarchy of relic specialtsts?

Light of compassion and the light of wisdom that arises from our deepest and truest nature surpasses all other lights.

Suppressing ideas never succeeds in making them go away.

The Republicans may be better off without an agenda. They don't scare people.

I'm just happy when people want me to work for them.

Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.

I have a theory... that someplace at the heart of most compelling stories is something that doesn't make sense.