The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.

People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.