In a cruel land$$$ you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

I'll not complain about your boring life$$$ if you just leave me to mine.

When stars collide$$$ like you and I$$$ no shadow blocks the sun.

Take away from love the fullness of self surrender$$$ the completeness of personal commitment$$$ and what remains will be a total denial and negation of it.

In every heart there is a room$$$ a sanctuary safe and strong$$$ to heal the wounds from lovers past$$$ until a new one comes along.

One becomes wise only in measures$$$ as he goes through his own insanity.

For a true artist$$$ difficulties become opportunities and clouds become solid present.

We don't get a chance to do that many things$$$ and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life.

The journey is the reward.