Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that 'yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

He who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.