You never needed wings to fly, You only needed love.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

If books could have more, give more, be more, show more, they would still need readers who bring to them sound and smell and light and all the rest that can’t be in books. The book needs you.

Do you want the truth or fiction?

Critique by creating.

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

It is well for us that, amidst all the variableness of life, there is One whom change cannot affect; One whose heart can never alter, and on whose brow mutability can make no furrows.

Read about the history of the place that we live in and stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

The first pork-barrel bill that crosses my desk, I'm going to veto it and make the authors of those pork-barrel items famous all over America.

In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

Fundamentally, Buddhism is for the awakenment and benefit of beings. So, you can't say, "Oh, you can't have it because you're not ready for it." That goes against the fundamental principle.

Genuine effort is success.