A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

Rainbows introduce us to reflections of different beautiful possibilities so we never forget that pain and grief are not the final options in life.

If life is a birthday cake let my face be smeared with its icing of cognac and kindness.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.

Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

Keep moving forward! You don't need permission from anyone in order to move on your own father's land! Go ahead and take the lead!

Man persists in waywardness. If one institution fails [he says], try another—anything but God’s plan.

As a father, we need to actively listen.

Dusk At The CountrysideThe fire-glow greetsthe ingress of nightfalland thenceforth, over the sublime specter, argent stars convene.

Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.

Oh, I have to say Romana; she was much more fun to do but I did enjoy the Princess when she was turning bad.

And truly Philosophy is but sophisticated poetry. Whence do those ancient writers derive all their authority but from the poets?

The way we're going to get to understanding is for each man to open his heart and open his mind and look in himself as he looks at his neighbor.

Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

I didn’t know they’d do this to you. (Syd) It’s okay, Syd. Who could have imagined that a man who heads up a company of paid assassins and mercenaries would be psychotic? (Steele)