First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

Our greatest power as nations and individuals is not the ability to employ assault weapons, suicide bombers, and drones to destroy each other. The greater more creative powers with which we may arm ourselves are grace and compassion sufficient enough to love and save each other.

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.