I often write from memory by walking around and talking to myself. Even when I'm working at a computer I write out loud, so that I can hear the poem's rhythm.

Often what may appear as a detour in life is actually the most direct and empowering path to your destination.

While the cat's away, the mice will play.

You'll never be fully engaged in where you are or where you're going by settling for normal. Here's a fact: No one who was normal ever made history. Drop that fantasy like a hot rock!

God's greatest gift to you is your unlimited potential. Your greatest gift to God is to use that potential to the fullest.

In your life's defining moments there are two choices - you either step forward in faith and power or you step backward into fear.

Concentrated attention is the collection of units of power on a chosen point of intention.

The content of your thoughts and personal beliefs can be proven by a single indicator - your current results.

Control is never achieved when sought after directly; it is the surprising result of letting go.

The journey of true success and lasting leaderships begins with the inward journey to the soul.

The seed you sow today will not produce crop till tomorrow. For this reason, your identity does not lie in your current results. This is not who you are. your current results are who you were.

I know one thing for sho Heaven’s gotta have a ghettoCuz where else in death do I get to go?

By the way, two wars are in an endless state of sorrow. Egypt about burned to the ground and all you people care about is my bullshit... Pathetic. Shame, shame shame

Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.

I can't tell if the world is worse now or if we just have more cameras. There are cameras everywhere, so now the world knows how bad the world is.

I'm often criticised for what I wear. That's my main label in the press now: disastrous dresser!

Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man.

There is no such thing as compulsion in the scheme of nonviolence.

The airline industry is full of bullshitters, liars and drunks. We excel at all three in Ireland.

Sometimes I watch a scene I've written, and occasionally I think, "Oh, for God's sake, shut up."

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?