Fathers are no longer men, most are only boys who pretend.

Poetry keeps my heart neat, even when incomplete, I find peace.

Poetry, will you show me where your words find peace?

I have a kind heart, I’m in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.

Poetry is more than just art, it’s like super glue to a broken heart. It can also be a light when your life seems a little dark.

Does anybody remember the day when family was family, a woman was a woman, and a man was a man?

Poetry’s circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

Let thy words be few. I agree, but only if my ink can relentlessly run.

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

Can somebody please explain how humans can be so inhumane?

If things look right on the surface the underside is rarely questioned. However, things may be great in reality, but if one perceives them to be amiss, it is difficult to change that perception.

Living a good life is like flipping pancakes. If you hesitate, it splatters all over the place.

China needs a table-tennis-like solidity in football.

I describe a world with no exit, convinced that God accompanies man throughout his history.

The marriage partner is not really the problem. No other person can ultimately make you happy. You must learn how to be happy within yourself.

The gospel chargeth us with piety towards God, and justice and charity to men, and temperance and chastity in reference to ourselves.

Sometimes death is proof of life. Sometimes decay points out a certain verve.

The people are hungry: It is because those in authority eat up too much in taxes.

The earth is blue like an orange.

You might as well tell God what you think. He already knows it anyway.