The seemingly most hateful, those on the front lines of despair, are mere instruments of sinister forces, which pull the manipulative strings of manufactured supremacy.

Don’t spoil me with your lies, love me with your truth.

Not every instance requires a response. Truth resides silently in the seat of power.

Hating skin color is contempt for God's divine creative imagination. Honoring it is appreciation for conscious, beautiful-love-inspired diversity.

There is but one supremacy... and it remains known and unknown to it's human creation... of many hues, shapes and sizes.

Let discernment be your trustee, and mistakes your teacher.

From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.

Huge difference between being happy at will, and chasing euphoric moments as an escape. One doesn't cost a dime, the other will tax your soul.

The positive vibrations of unregulated joy, peace, happiness and tranquility is freedom.

You do not get what you wish for, unless it be known to the source of your desire.

A King and Queen cannot support a crown with eyes looking down. Their universe expands as far as you can see.

Without wearing any mask we are conscious of we have a special face for each friend.

I never give up. Doesn't matter what the score is.

There's something about [cyclically] doing something over and over and over that seems to be particularly demotivating.

If self-knowledge is the road to virtue, so is virtue still more the road to self-knowledge.

Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?

I bleed all the time. I play golf and stuff, so there's always something, nicks and stuff, here and there.

What makes a church great in the eyes of God? Participation, proclamation, preservation, and propagation. Every church ought to exhibit all four.

When you forgive somebody, when you are generous, when you withhold judgment, when you love and when you stand up to injustice, you are, in that moment, bringing heaven to earth.

The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old.

Leaders are not born, they're made.