God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

It does not matter what people think of a man after his death.

But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use$$$ that is. No plot.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

Never whine. Whining lets a brute know that a victim is in the neighborhood.

Just like moons and suns$$$ with certainty of tides$$$ just like hopes springing high$$$ still I'll rise.

To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision.

Love life. Engage in it. Give it all you've got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back$$$ many times over$$$ what you put into it.

My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy.

I believe that the most important single thing$$$ beyond discipline and creativity is daring to dare.