“Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.”

Love is the energy of life.

The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

T’was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ’s particular love’s sake!

When is man strong until he feels alone?

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

I judge people by what they might be, – not are, nor will be.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

God is in his Heaven, all’s right with the world.

The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man’s worth something.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

In mathematics the art of proposing a question must be held of higher value than solving it.

I learned to make art with my broken heart.

Martial arts have two parts. One is external, other internal. The external is physical part. The internal is philosophy of how to be, what kind of person learns martial arts.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

Finding inner peace is a lost art for with every breath and sigh new stimuli comes and leaves us in a pool of racing thoughts and worries.

Forgiveness is an art.

Art is a private piece of me.

The only art I’ll ever study is stuff I can steal from.