Disparate energies come togetherThat have never been aligned before.And so bound, Is the world illuminated, Changed forever in an instant…

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

You never fail until you stop trying.

The grass on the other side of the hill may well be greener, but you should always check that there isn't something with teeth and claws crouching in it.

He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.

I read somewhere once that getting lost is the best way to find yourself.

I trust the time is coming, when the occupation of an instructor to children will be deemed the most honorable of human employment.

A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.

It's true that the Federal Reserve faces a lot of political pressure and is unpopular in many circles.

The art of cooking is among the most intimate things that we can do for another.

I've done a lot of drama in my career, but I'm actually more comfortable doing comedy.

Poultry is for the cook what canvas is for a painter, or the cap of Fortunatus for a conjurer.