He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.

A man's growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.

When a man is pushed, tormented, defeated, he has a chance to learn something.

Beauty without expression tires.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.

Life Is a Journey, Not a Destination.

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

Daniel?” The throaty question had him closing the space between them, pulling her closer into his embrace.“The way you say my name, that was the second mistake. You haven’t closed your heart yet.

Slaves are governed by the fear of man, and, whenever the fear of man replaces the fear of God in a society, slavery reappears and increases.

RESPIRATOR, n. An apparatus fitted over the nose and mouth of an inhabitant of London, whereby to filter the visible universe in its passage to the lungs.

You're not born with a walk like that. You have to earn it.

Prisoners learn how to make do with less, and many of them want to take this ingenuity that they've learned to the outside ... but there's no training, nothing to prepare them for that.

Well, it was kind of accidental that Jim started playing with us, although it wasn't sudden... we hadn't really looked around to think who could be a fifth member.

I won't let you be disappointed; I will show you my fighting spirit.

Just as the development of earth art and installation art stemmed from the idea of taking art out of the galleries, the basis of my involvement with public art is a continuation of wall drawings.

With fear and trembling we must rely upon God for guidance in the inner depths. This is the sole way to walk according to the spirit.

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?