If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.

I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.

What do we live for; if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?