Most people do not realize that they are one car crash away from death.

You gain inner peace when you become comfortable with the reality of death.

It is through experience that I have lost faith in USA law enforcement.

If I am looking for inspiration, then I read the religious scriptures.

We are in the era of dysfunctional relationships.

The modern world is filled with failed relationships.

There has never been a time in human history where so many people routinely carry recording and surveillance devices.

Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS) has appeared in the general population at approximately the same time as Bee Colony Collapse.

Even if ninety-nine percent of what you discover is later proven wrong, it is the one percent that is right that matters.

Very high altitude extreme night shift work is a class 2A carcinogen that may result in lifelong disabling sleep disorders, high cholesterol, radiation sickness and heart, lung and brain damage.

One can only wonder what the motivation is for Mauna Kea astronomers to subject their nighttime support staff to extremely long and fatiguing night shifts when they are easily avoidable.

Says Momma: “I got handed lemons, too, y’know but I learned how to make lemonade with them… No one ever told me I had to add sugar but that’s life for you. It ain’t sweet.

Fake confidence on the outside often trumps truthful turmoil on the inside.

The sad reality of Mankind: Faith is the currency people trade in, through their ego and selfish ways.

Funny is a good foil. Humor is illuminating, and it also gives you power.

I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me.

But the rational mind usually doesn't decide what emotions we "should" have !

I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange of ideas.

What’s the opposite of déjà vu, when you see something that hasn’t happened yet?” “I don’t know—avant verrais?

Counting the ways the Book of Mormon brings peace to the soul is like counting the sand on the seashore.

I would just turn into a giant pair of lips. "Oh God! There he is! It's Lip-Man!"