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.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.

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

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

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