Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.

Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.

If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.

I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.

Creativity is the ability to create novel value, and innovation is how to transform ideas and achieve their business value.

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

Looking for peace is like looking for a turtle with a mustache: You won't be able to find it. But when your heart is ready, peace will come looking for you.

Inferiors revolt in order that they may be equal, and equals that they may be superior. Such is the state of mind which creates revolutions.

I have a theory that you can make any sentence seem profound by writing the name of a dead philosopher at the end of it.

He who look at a woman who is not his wife as a mother; wealth that is not his as dust and all the men as himself... is a happy man. He, who sees all these things under a different light, is a blind.

People often write me and ask how I keep my wood floors so clean when I live with a child and a dog, and my answer is that I use a technique called Suffering From a Mental Illness.

How precious are the souls of men!

At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.