If poetry escapes my mouth then it shall seek comfort in your heart. Will you keep it safe?

Poetry keeps my heart neat, even when incomplete, I find peace.

Poetry, will you show me where your words find peace?

I have a kind heart, I’m in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.

Poetry is more than just art, it’s like super glue to a broken heart. It can also be a light when your life seems a little dark.

Does anybody remember the day when family was family, a woman was a woman, and a man was a man?

Poetry’s circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

Let thy words be few. I agree, but only if my ink can relentlessly run.

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

Can somebody please explain how humans can be so inhumane?

The Zionists accepted the partition plan. The AHC and the Arab states rejected any proposal to share the land and vowed to drown the fledging Jewish state in rivers of blood.

Procrastination is the kidnapper of souls and the recruiting-officer of hell.

Trying to find equivalents for things in words helps me find equivalents in painting.

The State is the absolute reality and the individual himself has objective existence, truth and morality only in his capacity as a member of the State.

...where legitimate opportunities are closed, illegitimate opportunities are seized. Whatever opens opportunity and hope will help to prevent crime and foster responsibility.

Motherhood is all-encompassing, and in a way, as the mother, you're the star of the household.

Wars damage the civilian society as much as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.

To hope is to send darkest night into exile.

If first of all you have a wrong idea, then it's kind of wasting time. No matter how hard that you try with a wrong idea, it makes it difficult to be successful.

A narrative voice with conviction is often hard to find. But not in baseball. The minors teach two lost American arts: how to chew tobacco and how to tell a story.