I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.

Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Do not keep crying when your love has been gone. You only need Smile because he had been given you the opportunity to meet someone who is better.

And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.

Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do.