Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

It's not only later than you think- it's sooner than you suspect.

If we shake hands with icy fingures, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

Thetruth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feelingdeeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in suchmoments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of ourruts and start searching for di

The more we see, the more we shall be able to imagine, and the more we imagine, the more we must think we see.

Could agreater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’seyes for an instant?

Beforeeverything else, getting ready is the secret to success.

By tryingoften, the monkey learns to jump from the tree.

Remembernot only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficultstill, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

The evolution from happiness to habit is one of death's best weapons.

What we seek we shall find, what we flee from flee from us.

Byblending the breath of the sun and the shade, true harmony comes into theworld.