Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

The road to happiness starts with a deep breath and an awareness of the many blessings tied to that single breath.

You’re demanding fidelity, and I’ll give you that. But if I intended to be celibate, I would’ve become a priest.

Since God knows our future, our personalities, and our capacity to listen, He isn't ever going to say more to us than we can deal with at the moment.

I do like to write nasty songs. It's a useful weapon to have, and it's cathartic as well, because I create art out of anger, something positive out of something negative.

One who, professing virtues that he does not respect, secures the advantage of seeming to be what he despises.

We are at the beginning of a new era of immunochemistry, namely the production of "antibody based" molecules.

I never thought about doing men. Never.

In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.

There are some professed Christians who would gladly burn their enemies, but yet who forgive them merely because it is heaping coals of fire on their heads.

I want people to enjoy the fruits of their labors.

Professors of theory merely hold post-mortems.