“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.”

“Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.”

“Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!”

“Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund”

“Enthusiasm is the engine of success.”

“Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it nothing great was ever achieved.”

“Activity is contagious.”

“A right rule for a club would be,-Admit no man whose presence excludes any one topic.”

“Open to me, so that I may open.Provide me your inspirationSo that I might see mine.”

“There is only one search: wandering... no dogma and no heresy.”

“If your heart isn't yet illuminedBe awake always, be a seeker of the heart,Be at war continually with your carnal soul.But if your heart is already awakened,Sleep peacefully, sleep in the arms of Love”

“I lost everything i have, found myself.”

“There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.”

“But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?”

“To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.”

“To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible point of view. The submarine gulf is analogous to the realm of night and dreams. There also is sleep, unconsciousness, or at least apparent unconsciousness, of creation. There in the awful silence and darkness, the rude first forms of life, phantomlike, demoniacal, pursue their horrible instincts.”