I never asked anything of him, yet he gave me everything. he did not run...

Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

How to raise sons who respect women:Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

Show me a little bit of your soul under all those pretty words you spill, and I promise you I will drink every last drop.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

To gain knowledge, we must learn to ask the right questions; and to get answers, we must act, not wait for answers to occur to us.

In the hands of a genius, engineering turns to magic, philosophy becomes poetry, and science pure imagination.

People under 75 need more seasoning

Certainly, the murder of civilians for political statement did not just begin on September 11, 2001.

I obviously identify with the anti-authority figure. I've pretty much always had problems with authority, ever since I was a kid.

What gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.

Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.

Every bird has its decoy, and every man is led and misled in his own peculiar way.

Nothing ought to be said or done which could create the impression that unbiased reconsideration of the most elementary premises of philosophy is a merely academic or historical affair.

one should be afraid of life, not of death.