In the story of life"Hope" is the Hero who protects the Lady Love "Dream (Desire from the bad guy "Fear".

In essence the journey to wisdom is a study of self, The conscious, sub-conscious and unconscious self.

Hope because the universe hears you.Hope because the universe works for you.Hope because the universe speaks to you.Hope because the universe will finish what it began in you.

It's the gravity of love that makes you fall, and it's the same force that builds you up.

But Perfection never appealed to me.It's the beauty and honesty behind imperfections, that I fall in love with.

What makes someone irresistible, is not their looks, but the way they can make your mind tickle, your heart race and your soul smile, all at once.

Life is a battle of balance.Balance between attachment and detachment. Attach yourself enough, to feel the "Pain in others".Detach yourself enough, not to feel the "Paininflicted by others”.

The heart wasn't designed to decide it was designed to feel.

Healing from a loss doesn't happen on schedule.You need to give the head and heart time to catch up with the reality.

Understanding someone, is the sign of True Maturity, Forgiving them is that of True Wisdom.

I owe most of my wisdom to the problems I was gifted.

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

Choose a leader who will invest in building bridges, not walls. Books, not weapons. Morality, not corruption. Intellectualism and wisdom, not ignorance.

It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skilfully.

I'm currently in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness.

We love Cyclops and as you know, we love James. It's a great team and we'll continue the team, obviously.

The best humor is offered up to you by the stupidity of your opponents.

I can take any series of numbers and turn it into music, from Bach to bebop, Herbie Hancock to hip-hop.

Men plan. Fate Laughs. Guis Alera, First Lord

Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.