Symbology and ritual, at best, can only mimic the Truth ... and cannot, and never has had, any mastery over the manifestations of Divinity.

For all beings within this universal kingdom, their magnetic north rests in genuine mirth.

Independence' is a magic word, because nowhere in the Cosmos does it actually exist.

The thoughts of Man build future worlds, whilst the emotions of the Fey build up this, our Natural World.

Thoughts alone are potent writs of becoming.

True passion motivates the life forces and brings forth all things good.... desire is the poor cousin to passion, ever hungry and with no real result.

When the demons of criticism have fled the thoughts, the Angels of beauty preside - oh cheerful sweet world exorcised!

To forgive is to refuse to contaminate the future with the errors of the past.

I was a Navy officer writing about Navy problems and I simply stole this lovely Army nurse and popped her into a Navy uniform, where she has done very well for herself.

A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.

My faith is not identified by my title. My faith is identified by how I live. Wearing the uniform is not the same as playing the game.

I have seen slower people than I am and more deliberate... and even quieter, and more listless, and lazier people than I am. But they were dead.

With stones, you can build walls to separate people or build bridges to unite them.

The ethos and critique are of poetry, which becomes a rich dark with a phosphorescence of lyric as witness.

I find stuff written about me is in stark contrast to who I am. But I can sleep well at night knowing that I did my best - I'm looking forward to my next chapter, whatever that is.

As a Marine officer in combat, I was responsible for the lives and safety of all the Marines who served with me.

There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.