How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.- Robert Frost Now that all your worry has proved such an unattractive business - why not find a better job?

The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!