It often occurs that pride and selfishness are muddled with strength and independence. They are neither equal nor similar; in fact, they are polar opposites. A coward may be so cowardly that he masks his weakness with some false personification of power. He is afraid to love and to be loved because love tends to strip bare all emotional barricades. Without love, strength and independence are prone to losing every bit of their worth; they become nothing more than a fearful, intimidated, empty tent lost somewhere in the desert of self.

Of course, in our train of thought, we would all like to think we're on the right track, or at least the same railroad company as the right track.

The love of conflict is most evident when opposing forces join sides to defeat the peacemaker.

Like most arts, the link between the mind and the pen can chain you like an enslaved workaholic. Even on an intended vacation you suddenly have this killer urge to record whatever the vacation may teach.

Faithfulness imparts God's reason for all circumstances. No matter what the world says, losing is no longer an option.

I feel as though whenever I create something, my Mr. Hyde wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thrashing it. I sometimes love it the next morning, but other times it is an abomination.

An over-indulgence of anything, even something as pure as water, can intoxicate.