Time brings all things to pass.
The reward of suffering is experience.
Art gives its vision to beauty not always recognized. And it surrenders freely — whatever power it possesses to every sincere soul that seeks it. But above all else — it presents us with the gift of ourselves.
In this quiet place$$$ on a quiet street where no one ever finds us$$$ gently$$$ lovingly$$$ freedom gives back our pain.
Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.
The acknowledgement of a single possibility can change everything.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence are not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength.
Write only if you cannot live without writing. Write only what you alone can write.
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
Strive not with your superiors in argument$$$ but always submit your judgment to others with modesty.