I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.
...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.
When a man loses his vision of the future he dies.
It's been said that every new beginning in some other beginning's end.
Regret is the most tiresome of companions.
What a culture we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of information, and drowning in ignorance.