People at large are becoming more aware that there is much more to reality and to themselves than what meets the eye.

Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.

Love is the eternal first breath.

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

The greatest justice in life is to be who one is.

Money is only a human invention. I get paid for my work, it's a system of trade, but it's not my purpose and reason for living.

The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.