Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

Regret and remorse” is a dialectic issue about what has been done, about what should have been done and about what should not have been done. ( “Island of regret. Island of remorse” )

When you are 20, 40 looks really old. When I was nearing 30, that seemed like a major milestone.

He whom God loveth, He beateth the hell out of.

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.

You take people as far as they will go, not as far as you would like them to go.

I'm not a toy boy, bellybutton band, so I don't have to worry about that. Actually, I never did.

Culture' is a finite segment of the meaningless infinity of the world process, a segment on which human beings confer meaning and significance.

I have always loved animals since I was very young.

My spirit animal... probably like a turtle, because I have no concept of time.