There is no envy, jealousy, or hatred between the different colors of the rainbow. And no fear either. Because each one exists to make the others’ love more beautiful.

Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.

Change is one of the scariest things in the world and yet it is also one of those variables of human existence that no one can avoid.

The best of humanity's recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance

...the player who looks least engaged may be the most committed member of the group. A cynic, after all, is a passionate person who does not want to be disappointed again.

Others inspire us, information feeds us, practice improves our performance, but we need quiet time to figure things out, to emerge with new discoveries, to unearth original answers.

...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

The most basic question is not what is best, but who shall decide what is best.

I loathe cheese, it makes me ill.

Usually I trundle about in trainers and baggy jeans, looking about as attractive as a potato.

For the first time ever, overweight people outnumber average people in America. Doesn't that make overweight the average then? Last month you were fat, now you're average - hey, let's get a pizza!

I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body.