Through the whirlwind, I hear my father's harsh whi

We are the children of gods and angels.

The king is dead. Long live the queen.

He was the last thread suspending me in the light. Without him, I can feel myself spiraling downward, falling to a place where I can no longer pull myself back up.

The darkness seeps in a little more every day. What have I done? How can I be like this?

How many times have you been called an abomination?” he whispers. “A monster? Worthle

No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like

Sorry, always sorry. What in the world can you buy with an apology?

Whatever belief we have actually stems from the thankfulness that we feel and this feeling further attracts more happy feelings towards us.

Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth.

Desserts are like mistresses. They are bad for you. So if you are having one, you might as well have two.

A man used to riding in a car cannot understand a pedestrian.

Every American carries in his bloodstream the heritage of the malcontent and the dreamer.

Winners take the action that others won't.

Real hope is much more than wishful musing. It stiffens, not slackens, the spiritual spine.

It's not an easy task building a motorcycle company. Your window for success is relatively small. You can't afford a lot of hiccups if you don't have another business supporting you.

Write verse, not poetry. The public wants verse. If you have a talent for poetry, then don't by any means mother it, but try your hand at verse.

If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable