Yea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flower we call mean. To rob a field is chivalry; Who kills the body he must die, Who kills the spirit he goes free.

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil. For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

Listen to the women when she looks at you, not when she talks to you.

Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

Inspiration is in seeing a part of the whole with the part of the whole in you.