This Being Human Is A Guest House.

Love Is An Emotion. Totally Silent And Inexpressible With Words.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?

Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings Of Divine Love, Which Linger And Continue To Uplift Others Long After Your Sharing.

Never Lose Hope, My Heart, Miracles Dwell In The Invisible. If The Whole World Turns Against You Keep Your Eyes On The Friend.