Omissions are not accidents.

There never was a war that was not inward.

Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.

War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.

You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.

... we do not admire what we cannot understand.