The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me

Empathy is even better than talking in one language