Mentally I can die, Emotionally I can cry, Physically I can sigh, Spirituality I can fly. If I just try.

Don't live by my words, don't die by them, chew them slowly digest them, and smile if they give nourishment to your soul.

Basically all the religions, sciences and powers of the world boil down to a simple truth. The Best Story Teller will win in the end!

The wheel of life has many spokes yet so few people ever leave the hub.

Believe what you believe and it will be, believe what others believe and they will consume you!

Total Enlightenment is 'Vision without Purpose'.

When I took my poetry class in school. I read an e. e. cummings poem. I don’t mind eels except how they feels and maybe as meals. I knew there was hope for me.

I've always wondered how much can you do for your fellow man if your hands are constantly stuck together in Prayers for them?

When it's all over and the dust from our Ancestors bodies and our own settle from the four winds only then will we see that we were here!

Maybe we should Create a 'Happy God Day' and make it the one day of the year you can't kill each other.

Substance of your belief has nothing to do with the size of the book you use or how often you open it.

If you count your blessings, you will know, they outnumber your troubles.

it is important to reignite our compassion for others because without it we will be lost in the sea of suffering

We sleep peaceably in our beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on our behalf"--Opening to "My Father's Son, " attributed to George Orwell

It takes a good habit to replace a bad habit.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

Good design doesn't date. Bad design does.

Being codependent means that when you die, someone else's life passes before your eyes.

Wouldn't it be dreadful if some day in our own world, at home, men start going wild inside, like the animals here, and still look like men, so that you'd never know which were which.

He did not feel the ground under his feet - he thrust himself into the capriole, rose high in the air-forelegs and hind legs horizontal. He soared above the ground, he head in jubilation. Conquering!

I talk in subjects and verbs, and sort of wind around in concentric circles until I get far enough away from the beginning so that I can call it the end, and it ends.