I am happy even before I have a reason.
What we speak becomes the house we live in.
Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.
How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.