However, the real beauty is not in the words themselves, but in the listener that has the power to understand them.

There is no greater power than the one others do not believe you possess.

Poor are those who have eyes but cannot see... ☥

To face a real daemon, you must first look inwards and conquer your own darkness. ☥

Light and Darkness. One cannot exist without the other. There is no true Master, without the power of balance. ☥

The hidden mist of forgotten truth is not for the mundane eye to see... ☥

The power of faith can be a strong force, but the power of knowing is even stronger. ☥

Beautiful sunrise in the far away mountains, painting the wide horizon with vibrant warm colors, among the chill from the morning breeze. ☥

Predator and prey move in silent gestures, on the seductive dance of death, in the shadows cast by the vultures of the night. ☥

Did you ever face Death and let it stare back at you right in the Eyes? ☥

You may think you're not blind, but can you see in the dark? ☥

Grace is God-given power to live differently.

Three questions, ” I said, ticking them off on my fingers as I spoke. “One: do you have a car? Two: do you have plans tonight? And three: how fast can you drive?

It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly.

Going into a game against Lew Alcindor [later Kareem Abdul-Jabbar] is like going into a knife fight and finding there's no blade in your handle.

Writing, madam, is a mechanic part of wit. A gentleman should never go beyond a song or a billet.

I am more than a devil; I am a man. I can do the one thing which Satan himself cannot do— I can die.

If only a small fraction of what is already known about the effects of sugar were to be revealed in relation to any other material used as a food additive, that material would promptly be banned.

Fiction and poetry are the only way one can stop time and give an account of an experience and nail it down so that it lasts for ever.

Never give up searching for the job that you're passionate about.

Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?