Words are more dangerous than swords and guns. They reach further and hurt deeper.

There is no greater power than the one others do not believe you possess.

Poor are those who have eyes but cannot see... ☥

To face a real daemon, you must first look inwards and conquer your own darkness. ☥

Light and Darkness. One cannot exist without the other. There is no true Master, without the power of balance. ☥

The hidden mist of forgotten truth is not for the mundane eye to see... ☥

The power of faith can be a strong force, but the power of knowing is even stronger. ☥

Beautiful sunrise in the far away mountains, painting the wide horizon with vibrant warm colors, among the chill from the morning breeze. ☥

Predator and prey move in silent gestures, on the seductive dance of death, in the shadows cast by the vultures of the night. ☥

Did you ever face Death and let it stare back at you right in the Eyes? ☥

You may think you're not blind, but can you see in the dark? ☥

I like poetry when I don't quite understand why I like it. Poetry isn't just a question of wrapping something up and giving it to someone else to unwrap. It just doesn't work like that.

You can't escape history, or the needs and neuroses you've picked up like layers and layers of tartar on your teeth.... Your every past action and thought have made you what you are.

Never lick a steak knife.

We cannot restore traditional American freedom unless we limit the government's power to tax.

I consider myself pretty lazy, but I look back and check out the stuff I've done, and I say, 'God, that's a lot of stuff for a lazy guy.' It's a paradox, I suppose, being both things.

I'm sexing raw dog without protection.

God tries his votaries through and through but never beyond endurance. He gives them strength enough to go through the ordeal he prescribes for them.

Writing my own diary is the best form of remembrance, but only for my own use. I need these notes; it's like an impulse.

I play each point like my life depends on it.

The disease with which the human mind now labors is want of faith