To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

One must gauge one's trust carefully.

I carefully choose people in my life and if you are not happy with it, then its your call to be angry, broken, disappointed and lose sleep over my choice, judgement & decision... no apologies.

What deep violence does the mind invent / As polar opposite to love. (In 'Hat Love').

He knew that the dread in these men’s minds was not of the fact, but of his naming it—as if the fact had not existed, but his words held the power to make it exist.

As far as it is your opinion it is not wrong, what matters is that it is your opinion.

No pressure is greater than God's power.

So trust the process of your life unfolding, and know with certainty, through the peaks and valleys of your journey, that your soul rests safe and secure in the arms of God.

I think my journalism is for readers who are smart and know that most people are lying to them, or being patronizing...

Even though the outcome wasn't the way it should have been, publicly I still feel in my heart I won the Sugar Ray Leonard fight.

Politics isn't about big money or power games; it's about the improvement of people's lives.

Later that night, I held an atlas on my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world, and whispered, ‘where does it hurt?’ It answered, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.