“Just like the season’s hearts change too.”

Words are true they don’t lie people lie.

So many holes, but piece by piece we become whole.

Ask the desert how much it aches for the rain,  how I ache for you is much the same.

We walk through fires only to sulk in the ashes.

Inner peace cannot be attained if chaos is where you find comfort.

And if you choose to save anyone I pray you to save yourself.

These bridges that we walk across they weren’t build to be burned.

We live only to die yet we’re dying to live.

We’re all gems, some have yet to shine.

To be human is a privilege to be part of humanity is a choice.

Can’t you see you and me will forever be the definition of irony?

Time answers questions don’t ask just wait.

It’s a shallow world make no apologies for your depth.

It’s a filthy world blessed are those who leave here with their hands clean.

I am tired of being tired. So I free the mind.

It’s a loud deafening world and everyone just wants to be heard.

Do we want to be successful, or do we just want to make noise just to make it? Or just to put something on the record? I’ll be honest with you, I’m tired of putting stuff on the record. I’m ready to see some real transformation and change.

I think I’ve changed a little bit. I don’t know whether it’s for the better or for the worse at the moment. I’ve settled into a different mind frame now… being a bit wilder maybe!

You’re going to change as you grow older, and that messes up a lot of relationships.

To write history is as important as to make history. It is an unchanging truth that if the writer does not remain true to the maker, then it takes on a quality that will confuse humanity.

Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.

Has the world ever been changed by anything save the thought and its magic vehicle the Word?

[On being indecisive and changeable:] On my gravestone I want inscribed: ‘On the other hand, maybe I should have lived.

We can master change not though force or fear, but only though the free work of an understanding mind, though an openness to new knowledge and fresh outlooks, which can only strengthen the most fragile and most powerful of human gifts: the gift of reason.