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

The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.