There are chords in every human heart. If we only know how to strike the right chord, we bring out the music.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Verities and Realities of your Existence.
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And To-morrow is only a Vision;
But To-day well lived makes
Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!

In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds.

The soul shines from the eyes.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

To be in love is to feel the sun from both sides.

My heart today smiles at its past night of tears
like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after the rain is over.

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.

It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness.

True wisdom lies in gathering the precious things out of each day as it goes by.

Each dream finds at last its form;
There is a drink for every thirst, and
Love for every heart.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

We are no more than candles burning in the wind.