Many life-affirming questions lead to an endless spool of disconcerting propositions and contradictory conclusions, and even more troubling, some queries prove unanswerable.

Expressing doubt is how we begin a journey to discover essential truths.

We bring happiness into the world one day at a time by accepting pain and returning understanding and compassion.

Life goes on without regard to our whims. What we make of life is what counts, how we address the challenges in our lives determines our respective levels of personal accomplishment and happiness.

The only recourse for an escape artist from world affairs is to explore their inner sanctum where hopes, dreams, insecurities, and despair collide.

Hope is a form of conscious dream making

Hope is a form of conscious dream making.

A person tied to the world of sorrows can return to nature for inspiration. Nature provides solace to troubled hearts.

Life introduces us to the gentle, cosmic rhythms of an extraneous world. What is objective truth might exceed human capacity to ever fully perceive, comprehend, and explain.

Parents’ transmit their attitude towards education to children via soundless, aphonic messages.

The emotional ingredients that sustain long-term relationships are kindness, thoughtfulness, and compassion.

Telling the truth to yourself is Integrity

The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.

I think most artists create out of despair. The very nature of creation is not a performing glory on the outside, it's a painful, difficult search within.

I do the very best I can, I mean to keep going. If the end brings me out all right, then what is said against me won't matter. If I'm wrong, ten angels swearing I was right won't make a difference.

The system is the best that the present views and circumstances of the country will permit.

Truth speaks best in the language of poetry and symbolism, I think.

Compassion is the key in Islam and Buddhism and Judaism and Christianity. They are profoundly similar.

We could've done this anywhere, but I wanted you to see me, to see this," he said, gesturing at the room. "I wanted you to know where I come from, what I am under the choices I make.

I don't believe a good poet is very often deliberately obscure. A poet writes in a way necessary to him or her; the reader may then find the poem difficult.

Can you let me go to hell the way I want to?