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.

Gifts have ribbons, not strings.

Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.

Fame is not the glory! Virtue is the goal, and fame only a messenger, to bring more to the fold.

It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.

Money is only a human invention.

We've been there on World Wars, it's time for World Party I.