“It’s the blood of the ancients that runs through the veins.”

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Your pride won’t let you love.

Life is a dance – make it beautiful.

Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

Your aging face tells stories of where you’ve been whom you’ve loved.

When he tells you he’s a bad man, believe him.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.

Your love is warm like the sun – I feel it all over my skin.

There’s a difference between a soft spot and a blind spot,

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

Be unafraid in the pursuit of truth.

We extol ancient things, regardless of our own times. [Lat., Vetera extollimus recentium incuriosi.]

I don’t say that I’m an atheist. I don’t like that term, because I think it mirrors the certitude of religion. I say I don’t know. And if you don’t know – and you don’t – just man up and say you don’t know. Don’t turn to silly stories and ancient myths.

You cannot tear up ancient rootages and safely plant the tree of liberty in soil that is not native to it.

Social media is like ancient Egypt: writing things on walls and worshiping cats.

Ever since the days of Adam, man has been hiding from God and saying, ‘God is hard to find.

The principle on which this country was founded and by which it has always been governed is that Americanism is a matter of the mind and heart; Americanism is not, and never was, a matter of race or ancestry.

Doing a budget means learning an ancient and powerful word: NO.

It is the stars, it is the ancient stars, it is the young and everlasting stars!