Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell

In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.

It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze.The day on which you arewithout passionate loveis the most wasted day of your life.

To wisely live your life, you don't need to know muchJust remember two main rules for the beginning:You better starve, than eat whateverAnd better be alone, than with whoever.

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikesThe Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light

A book of verses underneath the boughA flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thouBeside me singing in the wildernessAnd wilderness is paradise now.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

O friend, for the morrow let us not worryThis moment we have now, let us not hurryWhen our time comes, we shall not tarryWith seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

Nothing forces us to knowWhat we do not want to knowExcept pain

Love, doesn't need any stamp of society to prove itself, it just happens

Action is the ink that writes what you think on the pages of life!

Ego is a drum and the drum has to make a noise to tell everyone that that it is there!

The man who commits immorality does so because he thinks it will maximize pleasure if he can minimize the pain by keeping it secret.

There are three traps that strangle philosophy: The church, the marriage bed, and the professor's chair.

I'm just an Orange County girl from a loving family making music with my friends. It's not really that big of a deal.

Let us pick up our books and pencils. They are our most powerful weapon.

Its not about being included. It about creating your own space and including yourself and then finding other people that are like okay.