One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

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?