I've learned of life this bitter truth Hope not between the crumbling walls Of mankind's gratitude to find repose, But rather, Build within thy own soul Fortresses!

Your world is as big as you make it.

Rise with the hour for which you were made.

The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool.

Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?

I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart tonight, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight.

I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night, / And enters some alien cage in its plight, / And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars / While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

A lot of times people look at the negative side of what they feel they can't do. I always look on the positive side of what I can do.

I want a chainsaw very badly, because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday, but I think I'll probably be given jewelry instead.

It makes it easier to play evil and to act evil to people that you really like. You have a feeling about them, so you know what the opposite is.

If you are going to keep company with me, don't embarrass me.

I don't like freedom jazz - I think it's void of roots and void of foundation.

Nothing like fear to wash your mind clean.

Evaluate wins and losses objectively, focusing more on effort and execution than on the outcome of the game

God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

When life gives you lemons, get tequila and salt.

I used to try and concentrate the poem so much that there wasn't a word that wasn't essential. This leads to becoming boring and constipated.