Prose pretends to be straightforward in its application to the truth, but truth itself is a dissembler. Poetry, much more honest, knows the deception can't be overcome.

The people who change the world never lose hope no matter how bleak the outcome might appear to be.

Those who refuse to look at or give expression to the dark side of life are in denial-fear preventing passage through the door of growth, truth and, ultimately, wisdom.

To listen to the silence is to hear the heartbeat of the Universe.

Dead people are easy to love. It's the living ones who are hard.

If God spent 180 million years making dinosaurs, what makes us think Man is so special, a tick of the clock before midnight?

God made in the image of Man is an imperfect master.