“Friendship is Love without his wings!”

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

There is music in all things, if men had ears.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

Think not I am what I appear.

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself.

Joy gives us wings! In times of joy our strength is more vital, our intellect keener, and our understanding less clouded. We seem better able to cope with the world and to find our sphere of influence.

Conservative values aren’t really reflected in the radical values of the NRA. And the other idea was that the NRA is not what you think it is

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.

It is not possible to fly with one wing alone! Should a man try to fly with the wing of religion alone he would quickly fall into the quagmire of superstition

Without anyone laughing at the giant’s wings and the dwarf’s legs that impede my gait.