Strange & Unusual Sayings

I once asked a bird, 'How do you fly in this gravity of darkness?' She responded, 'love lifts me.'

What Do sad people have in Common? It seems They have all built a shrine To the past And often go there And do a strange wail and Worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being So religious Like That.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

Every child has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of don'ts, Not the God who ever does anything weird, But the God who knows only four words. And keeps repeating them, saying: 'Come dance with me, come dance.'

Resist your temptation to lie. By speaking of separation from God, Otherwise, We might have to medicate. You. In the ocean.

And al was conscience and tendre herte.

Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde / With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed.

He knew the tavernes wel in every toun / And every hostiler and tappestere / Bet than a lazar or a beggestere.

But al be that he was a philosophre, / Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.

And yet he was to hym a greet encressour. / Noon auditour koude on his word so wel / Have caught hym in his sleighte, ne in his trayne.

For hooly chirche's right is to be fed, / Or elles wolde he have his breed of whete, / And of the flour of his owene seed, / And of his corn a very large meel.

He loved hotte and to have his lecherye.

A good felawe, ye, a verray charitee!

And if he foond owher a good felawe, / He wolde techen hym to have noon awe / In swich caas of the ercedekenes curs, / But if a man's purs were in his ers.

For though a wydwe hadde noght a sho, / So plesaunt was his 'In principio' / Yet wolde he have a ferthyng, er he wente.

This somnour bar to hym a stif burdoun; / Was nevere trompe of half so greet a soun.

And al was fals, but that I have herd say.

For pitee renneth soone in gentil herte.

If gold ruste, what shal iren do?