“Treasure the souls who call your twisted dreams, beautiful.”

You owe the world your uniqueness.

Make the lioness inside her purr and her kitty will roar.

Music and sex are soulmates.

She might look like a fragile flower, but her stem is made of steel.

The heart reveals what the mind disguises.

Treat her like the daughter of an angry god.

With wild eyes she welcomes you to the adventure.

Spread your flames and I will eat your fire.

If your love destroys me, consider my destruction glorious.

Rise in the fire and preach your passion.

Until the right words exist, poetry will have to do.

She’s an immediate fire, She’s an instant fuck yes.

Never kiss anyone who doesn’t believe in poetry.

Sunsets, my love, are just abstract paintings of your eyes.

Some storms wear dresses.

Dead men will tell you, never stand in the way of a determined woman.

I definitely get inspiration from the ‘gram. I mean, Instagram is Google, essentially. I love looking at pictures of beautiful women.

The mission of an architect is to help people understand how to make life more beautiful, the world a better one for living in, and to give reason, rhyme, and meaning to life.

When you’re, like, 190 pounds, dark-skinned, and a new artist that no one really cares about, people don’t really take the time to make you look beautiful.

It doesn’t matter how beautiful your theory is, it doesn’t matter how smart you are. If it doesn’t agree with experiment, it’s wrong.

Nature has a great simplicity and therefore a great beauty

The longer that I live the more beautiful life becomes.

Eventually, I think Chicago will be the most beautiful great city left in the world.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?