I bid thee a fond twilight til morrow’s morn, whence peace and love perchance shall set upon thee, dawning to dust away dreams of dusk.

Just because you don’t understand it doesn’t mean that no one else understands it.

When we attempt to be ‘normal,’ we are participating in a mass grand delusion that insanity isn’t the norm.

Passion is one of the greatest parts of our being; it combines emotion with intellect, it suffers and it loves, it is angry yet tolerant, it is courageous yet timid; it is the untouchable essence of the most powerful energy we possess upon our being. Expressed in love and kindness, passion has the power to create the most beautiful creations within the human psyche; expressed in anger and hatred, passion has the power to destroy everything within reason of the human psyche. The same passion which convicts us is the same passion which liberates us; it is the human passion which drives our desires, it is what inspires the human nature to overcome and achieve beyond the limits of understanding, against all odds.

The people that call other people crazy are some of the most insane people I know.

The glass is not half full, nor is it half empty; it is merely an object containing liquid, unaffected until you apply reason or motion to it.

Hell is not a place you go, it’s a place you create.

I find it rather ironic that the most immature people are the first one to tell someone else to grow up and act like an adult.

Offer a man hope, and he will move mountains for you; take away that hope, and he will destroy those mountains.

The art of discussion is lost when we allow our ego to supersede in an effort to prove ourselves right or prove another wrong; allowing emotion to support the actions of the prideful ego, intent on passing prejudice.

Yes, I have been talking to myself for over an hour; sometimes I just have to process with someone that understands me.

When a person cannot condemn the actions of an honest man, they will tell lies to attack his character and discredit his validity.