All's well that ends well.

A young man married is a man that's marred.

Love is holy.

A baby is a smiling, dancing moon in our hands just waiting to touch our hearts.

Each morning the winds of the city moan and weep with lost souls clinging to hope of reliving the memories of yesterday.

A garden isn't meant to be useful. It's for joy.

I love to photograph the gorgeous landscapes when I travel.

He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition, and keeps all your dead hair for making underwear.

There is a comfort in knowing that you don’t have to pretend anymore, that you are going to do everything within your power to heal.

Overconsumption and overpopulation underlie every environmental problem we face today

Once you've invested hundreds of hours in creating a coherent universe, your story's grown to around a half-million words and can't be written as anything less than a trilogy.

Ultimate peace begins within; when we find peace within there will be no more conflict, nor more occasion for war.

No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.