Within the whispers of love, I found my heart. Within a glimmer from a ray, I found my soul. Within both, I found myself.

We don't find love, love finds us. What you put out into the universe will find its way back to you.

This funny thing we call love, how simple it may seem. To say it is sometimes enough but to feel it is a dream.

Thou art but a feeble flower in the garden of the universe, yet thou hath a purpose much greater than thyself.

It matters not what my brain knows, but what my heart feels.

Every yesterday we lose ourselves so that we can find ourselves in tomorrow.

At times poems can be like riddles, too difficult to decipher or comprehend. But how else does one come to understand what can only be felt but not said?

I spend my days trying to remember what only my soul knows but my mind can't comprehend.

Let your emotions guide your hand to the paper and watch how your sorrows can turn into beauty. For tears relieve your body but writing relieves your heart.

Don’t make your life complicated.

If I really wanted to say or ask anything important (to her imposing father) I could not trust my tongue to get it right.

The existence of such a war chest might go far to strengthen our prestige and frighten off any would be assailant.

Too many things on my mind, said Wilbur. Well, said the goose, that's not my trouble. I have nothing at all on my mind, but I've too many things under my behind.

At the height of the McCarthy period, writers were being hounded.

Many say an art dealer running a museum is a 'conflict of interest.' But maybe the art world has lived an artificial or unintentional lie all of these years when it comes to conflicts of interest.

The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.

The unexpected and unpredictable is real.

I am quite correctly described as 'more of a sponge than an inventor....'

The cliché organizes life; it expropriates people's identity; it becomes ruler, defense lawyer, judge, and the law.