r.h.sin

There is something in the human spirit that will survive and prevail, there is a tiny and brilliant light burning in the heart of man that will not go out no matter how dark the world becomes.

Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.

Always play like an underdog.

In this magical hour, as the black ink sky fades to forget-me-not grey and the Cyprus trees emerge from the shadows, I tune in to my heart. In clarity, I choose to step into freedom to bring lightness of being and to be love.

Pessimism is only the name that men of weak nerve give to wisdom.

Intellectual tasting of life will not supersede muscular activity.

Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.

It isn’t enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn’t enough to believe in it. One must work at it.

There is nothing which at once affects a man so much and so little as his own death.

There are only two forces that can carry light to all the corners of the globe… the sun in the heavens and the Associated Press down here.

Those who would mend the world must first mend themselves.

A good memory and a tongue tied in the middle is a combination which gives immortality to conversation.

How you gonna win if you ain’t right within?

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Trust instinct to the end, even though you can give no reason.