But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought producesThat which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

In real life, second chances are rare. I therefore advise you to take every single chance very seriously.

There are no other heaven and hell outside the human mind. Goodness is heaven, hatred is hell. Acceptance is religion, sectarianism is blasphemy. Love is holiness, discrimination is sin.

Discouragement is disillusioned self-love, and self-love may be love for my devotion to Jesus— not love for Jesus Himself.

All the things I've ever wanted to say suddenly I've been bold enough to say them on Social Media.

If you want to fight a war on drugs, sit down at your own kitchen table and talk to your own children.

If you are a girl dressing up in the morning thinking about the whole world having a point of view on what you are wearing, it takes the pleasure out of getting dressed.

Apart from God every activity is merely a passing whiff of insignificance.

The Ignis Fatuus is a vapor shining without heat.

I never studied jazz technically; I just know and love the music.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.