What we speak becomes the house we live in.

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

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.

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.

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.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."