The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.

There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

This bank-note world.

Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land!

I sorrow that all fair things must decay.

They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. - Fitz

What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.

And thou art terrible--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.

Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.

None knew thee but to love thee.

Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.

There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.

Sweet are the uses of adversityWhich, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

So nobody got time for people who aren't worth your time.

You arrogant little snot (John Hammond)

Pick battles big enough to matter small enough to win.

I am indeed amazed when I consider how weak my mind is and how prone to error.

The guitar influence that affected my songwriting came from the New Wave of British Heavy Metal.

Whatever we refuse to recognize about ourselves has a way of rearing its head and making itself known when we least expect it.

That's more than you know about anything else then.

Civilizations come and go; they conquer the earth and crumble into dust; but faith survives every desolation.