Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

What you gain another will lose, for What is there is all there is. What you share another will have, for What is there is enough for all.

You're surroundings can either be a reflection of you or you can end up being a reflection of your surroundings. Ultimately, one will occur noticeably or unnoticeably.

Nothing matches a Sailor’s kiss coming back home where he belongs.

Every place is the same, but we put names and numbers, build building different types... so far to remember them better and to recognize them better!

There Lives More Faith in Honest Doubt, Believe Me, Than Half the Creeds. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

My first work in comics had an Adult theme and I had to create a nom du plume to separate that work and my Children's entertainment.

How the hell are you supposed to know what God wants you to do with your life, eh?

Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth.

It may be that vice, depravity, and crime are nearly always, or even perhaps always, in their essence, attempts to eat beauty, to eat what we should only look at.

Style is a fraud. I always felt the Greeks were hiding behind their columns.