How one lives during limited time on earth's school is perhaps how one may dwell in the space of eternity.

Don’t spoil me with your lies, love me with your truth.

Not every instance requires a response. Truth resides silently in the seat of power.

Hating skin color is contempt for God's divine creative imagination. Honoring it is appreciation for conscious, beautiful-love-inspired diversity.

There is but one supremacy... and it remains known and unknown to it's human creation... of many hues, shapes and sizes.

Let discernment be your trustee, and mistakes your teacher.

From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.

Huge difference between being happy at will, and chasing euphoric moments as an escape. One doesn't cost a dime, the other will tax your soul.

The positive vibrations of unregulated joy, peace, happiness and tranquility is freedom.

You do not get what you wish for, unless it be known to the source of your desire.

A King and Queen cannot support a crown with eyes looking down. Their universe expands as far as you can see.

Much of his time at Oxford passed by his own account under a dark cloud of listlessness and depression. He was dismayed by the undergraduates' relentless snobbery and unremitting emphasis on money.

Be kind to everyone you meet.Give a little bit of yourself to mankind.

Personality rise as comparison dies.

...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

One of the things I learned, the easiest of lessons, was that the better you do your job, often going against conventional mores, the less popular you are likely to be.

We are looking at a society increasingly dependent on machines, yet decreasingly capable of making or even using them effectively.

If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Opposition is the very spur of love.

Dont you think dreams and the Internet are similar? They are both areas where the repressed conscious mind vents.