We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life, More beautiful than ever before.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

Nobody knows what is life and still alive

...is impossible to specify what [consciousness] is, what it does, or why it evolved. Nothing worth reading has been written on it.

Maturity is the slowness in which a man believes.

I don't start a story until I know where it's going to end.

Losses and crosses are heavy to bear; but when our hearts are right with God, it is wonderful how easy the yoke becomes.

I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.

I think there's probably a God-shaped hole in everybody's being. Even if God only exists in people's minds, He's still a force.

Develop your pawns or Hulk will smash.

You guys are seriously missing out unless you all start listening to girls.

We do live, all of us, on many different levels, and for most artists the world of imagination is more real than the world of the kitchen sink.