“You know what love is?It is all kindness, generosity.”

“Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.”

“This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.”

“This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all!”

“From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.”

“Come, Lady, die to live.”

“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)”

“With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage.”

“A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.”

“Barnes are blessings.”

“You must let go of a thing for a new one to come to you.”

“So foul and fair a day I have not seen.”

“Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.”

“The smoothest curled courtier in the boudoirs of a palace has an animal nature, rude and aboriginal as a white bear.”

“Live at the empty heart of paradox.I'll dance with you there, cheek to cheek.”

“I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.”

“All silence is. All emptiness. And now: The dawn.”

“Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.”

“Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.”

“Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!”

“I have been long a sleeper; but I trustMy absence doth neglect no great designWhich by my presence might have been concluded.”

“It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?”

“In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.”