Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.

There is power in simply speaking the name Jesus.

Do not confuse the command to love with the disease to please.

Don’t let people’s compliments go to your head and don’t let their criticisms go to your heart.

Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

One can never go back. One always has to move forward.

We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence.

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.

I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.

We create the illusions we need to go on.

I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.

To those who will see, the world waits.

And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.

I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.