“Your madness is your map follow it.”

There is no moon like you.

The stillness reveals everything.

You are complete even in your pieces.

I lost myself in the search of you.

Every fall is a chance to rise.

Chase nothing but moments.

The true vision is not in your eyes.

May the future be known for it’s kindness.

Let your new self breathe.

Better times are coming.

Every fall is a chance to rise.

Even mermaids come up for air.

There is no moon like you.

My heart is a wild flower.

Peace is possible.

Timing is an art.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision.

Mental toughness is a state of mind – you could call it character in action.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.

There is no element of genius without some form of madness.

The madness of love is the greatest of heaven’s blessings.

Madness is something rare in individuals – but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom – one brief hour of madness and joy.