Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

Any leaders who disappoint the people, ideals and promises by which they were appointed are by definition themselves dis-appointed.

Looking up and out, how can we not respect this ever-vigilant cognizance that distinguishes us: the capability to envision, to dream, and to invent? the ability to ponder ourselves? and be aware of our existence on the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars? Cognizance is our crest.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.

Ideals do exist, the rest is just temporary interruption.

Anyone contemplating world war is certifiably insane, no matter how calm they seem.