My confidence is in the idea that I may be wrong on this or that. No man in this life should ever have to bear the burden of perfection.

Thoughts are like burning stars, and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe.

Persistence. Perfection. Patience. Power. Prioritize your passion. It keeps you sane.

In essence I find that the foundation of modern conservatism is driven by a clinging to God in fear of the world, whereas the foundation of modern liberalism is a clinging to the world in fear of God; albeit, the true foundation should be one's clinging to God in fear of God.

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.

Old words are reborn with new faces.

As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.