Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

Persecution cannot harm him who stands by Truth. Did not Socrates fall proudly a victim in body? Was not Paul stoned for the sake of the Truth? It is our inner selves that hurt us when we disobey it, and it kills us when we betray it.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.