“I like things with history, and a lot of soul.”

If only the journey back could bring me to you.

What I most wanted with you was our shot.

Give me a love like winter branches, that will hold on even without any leaves.

I am honestly not sure, if I am more than rainbow, or the storm.

Your eyes told me stories you have never shared with anyone.

I know what love is, because of you.

It is brave to believe in tomorrow.

The night knows more of my secrets than anyone else ever will.

I want words I can stand on.

The end came in the middle of our story.

Don’t confuse temporary interest for permanent caring.

Some truths taste better with bourbon.

Dreams can grow from nightmares.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

Simple moments, full of laughter, and loved ones, make life rich.

See me for all I am and all I am not and stay.

History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.

In the long run, the world is going to have the best, and any difference in race, religion, or previous history will not keep the world from what it wants.

This view of the infinite, which I consider to be the sole correct one, is held by only a few. While possibly I am the very first in history to take this position so explicitly, with all of its logical consequences, I know for sure that I shall not be the last!

One must state it plainly. Religion comes from the period of human pre-history where nobody – not even the mighty Democritus who concluded that all matter was made from atoms – had the smallest idea what was going on.

MYTHOLOGY, n. The body of a primitive people’s beliefs concerning its origin, early history, heroes, deities and so forth, as distinguished from the true accounts which it invents later.

The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle.

The Cross of Christ is the crux of history. Without the Cross, history cannot be defined or corrected.

History is a grim reminder of what happens to those who think they have no law but themselves.