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Ah! A single rose ousts the dull prose
And connects to beauty where love blooms,
Then comes the sunshine to light up my world.

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent field...

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; what else can you do.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size. As usual they prefer to study me as a book.

Though there is gold up in the mountains,
lovely pearls deep in the sea,
those treasures do not mean as much
as your friendship means to me.

No matter how much we fight,
I'll always be by your side.
We've been through too much
To let what we have slide.

If you feel there's nothing else to do,
if you think no-one's here for you,
turn your head and look at me,
because by your side I'll always be.

A true friend is not just a friend,
but like a guardian angel from above,
one who looks after you,
as the rest give up and run.

I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

There’s no better way to get to know a city than to walk its streets. A place will reveal its soul through its sights, sounds and smells, and eventually, it’ll teach you its rhythm.

I love when people quote me. It makes me feel that my words have meaning. People give words power. When they speak out for things they feel, we all become alive.

My father once told me that it’s not enough for a man to be lucky; that a guy has to know when that streak is on for him.

They took it upon themselves to start the laborious process of cranking up life again, after death has stopped us all in its tracks.

Yes, our Father has a plan, “But he leaves it up to his children to accept his will. It is their agency. He cannot force his will upon them. If he did, he would cease to be God. They . . . we must choose for ourselves to accept his will with unbreakable faith in our Father. That is when the Father moves us to do his will

There is too much pain in the world,in all shapes and forms.That is what these people represent.Pain from losing their homes,the death of a loved one,failing an exam,having a leg amputated,not getting a resident permit after years of hoping for a better life...That's what binds them,That's what they portray.Pain.

I drift like a cloud,
Across these venerable eastern lands,
A journey of unfathomable distances,
An endless scroll of experiences...
Lady here we must part,
For the next province awaits my embrace.
Sad wanderer, once you conquer the East,
Where do you go?”

Be creative enough to dream, brave enough to try, persistent enough to succeed, and humble enough to thank those who helped you along the way.

There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now...

Though the earth contains greater energy and mass than any single being, linked together, "people make the world go-round.