Your face expresses a simple majesty, your look is that of a captive princess.

The vocabulary of one’s self-criticism is so impoverished and clichéd. We are at our most stupid in our self-hatred.

Modern man is a hard-working human.

Niceness is the psychological armor of the people-pleaser.

If you think a man draws the type of hands that you want to draw, steal ‘em. Take those hands.

I play piano (bit of guitar) and I sing and I love to jam and harmonize with other musical people.

So much of our lives depends on accidents of birth, time, and geography. This haunts me. In some lives, few "or"s are possible. The pain of that is behind the second stanza of this poem.

Every time I step on the court I want to be up there with the best.

Love your enemies... it's not always an easy tenet to live by... and I have more often than not been inclined to wish my enemies ill than well.

For the turning away of the simple, shall slay them, and the prosperity of fools shall destroy them.

He who stands upon his own strength will never stand.