“Listen to many, speak to a few.”

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Thus with a kiss I die.

A light heart lives long.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

There’s an old saying that applies to me: you can’t lose a game if you don’t play the game.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

What’s done cannot be undone.

Falling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.

Is it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?

Deep down, I reckon the sweetest moment will come when it’s finally all over. When, at last, I know that I can stop fighting. Of course it’ll also be a little sad. The sweetest moments, y’know, always come with just a little sadness.

Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.

Empty boxes pleading empty boxes to fill them with peace and love.

I found my old diary tonight. A brokenness I had forgotten pen pressured so deep it punctured page. I ran my fingers over my words and there inside ridges black I found a little girl desperate for someone to save her, desperate for the very woman I have become.

When I heard Aretha, I could feel her emotional delivery so clearly. It came from down deep within. That’s what I wanted to do.

Maybe the line between self respect and ego is called sanity.