We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon's evening glow

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

She is the light, at the end of this endless tunnel.

If you don't break your ropes while you're alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?

Democracy is not an end in itself, but a means to achieve the sacred promises of human dignity, justice and peace.

Sadly, the truth is, there aren't many people who can be put in high positions who won't start thinking highly of themselves.

the blessings of matrimony, like those of poverty, belong rather to philosophy than reality.

Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.

I think all presidents should have teenage girls before they become presidents. If you can handle those hormones, you can handle anything.

I used to consider myself as great as a pyramid, and now I realize that I am only a shadow that passes.

Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne.

What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?