The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.