Out of perfection nothing can be made. Every process involves breaking something up.
All life stinks and you must embrace that with compassion.
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
Poets are simply those who have made a profession and a lifestyle of being in touch with their bliss.
When we follow our bliss, we are met by a thousand unseen helping hands.
The eternal principle, which never was born, never will die: it is in all things: it is in you now. You are the wave on the face of the ocean. When the wave is gone, is the water gone? Has anything happened? Nothing has happened. It is a play, a game, a dance.