While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.

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."

We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living.

I can only display what I've been nurtured with, which is this worldview which has become my view. If I displayed anything different from it in my work, I wouldn't deserve this heritage.

Architecture is a hypothesis about the future that holds that subsequent change will be confined to that part of the design space encompassed by that architecture.

An interesting thing that I've learned is that "no" doesn't always really mean "no," it just simply means "not now."

Worry is nothing less than the misuse of your imagination

Because of the varroa mite, wild honey bees are now, for all practical purposes, extinct in the United States.

Meet the disorder in the outset, the medicine may be too late, when the disease has gained ground through delay.

The finest poetry was first experience.

Why bother with a cunning plan when a simple one will do?

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own