The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they're given wings.

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.

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

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.

The problem of the world is that it needs silence... compassion and passion. Once it's found, the world will be changed.

Passion - eventually it cools.

If it has a name or a description it has or will exist at some point in time

An architect must remember that the people working or living in his building need space - to dream, to be quiet, to find beauty somewhere.

I watch virtually no TV. All my screen time is computer time for me. When I'm not doing that I'm reading or talking to my friends who I got to know through computers.

It has been said that work is the highest form of play.

I quit because I can’t stand seeing kids come to class hungry and needing shoes. I thought I could do more by organizing farm workers than by trying to teach their hungry children.

In my family, we were Americans, we were Republicans and we were Methodists.

Most practical jokes, I'll feel too bad for the other person so I'll stop just before the punchline.

Politics in a literary work, is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert, something vulgar, and however, something which is impossible to ignore.