There is a river whose streams make glad the city of Love. Along that river is the tree of heaven.

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.

The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.

Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.

All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.

There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes

Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?

Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.

We must only believe.

Life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly…but merely to be LIVED. Boldly, wildly, beautifully, uncertainly, imperfectly, magically LIVED.

Poetry gives the greatest pleasure.

Prayer finds its source in God's holiness and it is at the same time our response to this holiness.

...life change comes when we receive life with thanks and ask for nothing to change.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

I'm less interested in slasher, and go more for roles that can affect you on a personal level. I'm interested in human empathy in the movies I see, and in the ones I am a part of.

Representative Leo J. Ryan understood the manipulation phenomena people were describing to him and he lost his life in a Guyanese jungle investigating how Jim Jones "bent minds.

Lessen the quantity of unnecessary thoughts and allow more space for the energy of love to flow within you.

I bathe in statistics.

Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.