“Ran out of time, before we even began. How long will the road not taken be starved of footprints?”

At present, Nations are burning. But, their leaders mistake the ash for snow.

Doubt has evolved. From a ‘what if I can’t?’ To a ‘what if I can? And it doesn’t last?’

Everyone claims they want the truth. Just not in all her bright entirety. We’d rather she visit in dim shades of light, that won’t hurt our eyes.

And, when it comes to counting our blessings; we humans are all bad at math.

Second chances, are filled with humans hoping for a third.

Learning is easy. Unlearning is tricky. The former is knowledge gained. The latter is knowledge gained, recognized as a loss.

How abstract we humans sound, when we say these are dark times. As though it isn’t in our hands that paint our times.

No. I do not wish upon stars, I hear they fall.

This year has been heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Past lifetimes do not concern me. Whatever memory succumbs to be forgotten, is one I do not aspire to repeat.

It seems to be, that there are dual reasons why justice is rarely given. One, too little evidence. Two, too much.

Some days are heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Toxicity isn’t always a harsh tone or a bruise. Often it’s a “this is who I am.” Often it’s a “I’ll change” Void of when.

Never give a human the job of making you happy. Some days, they might call you sick. Other days they might call quit.

I have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

Fear, is a curtain telling you she’s a door walkthrough.

Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.

When a mean wretch cannot vie with another in virtue, out of his wickedness he begins to slander. The abject envious wretch will slander the virtuous man when absent, but when brought face to face his loquacious tongue becomes dumb.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

When you’re lecturing teenagers and they begin to hum and leave the room, you can sense there is hostility.

Humility is the beginning of true intelligence.

The best time for a new beginning is anytime you want it to be.

If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy or both-you must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance – the idea that anything is possible.