The Nearest To My Heart

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

You May Give Them Your Love But Not Your Thoughts, For They Have Their Own Thoughts. You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls, For Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow, Which You Cannot Visit, Not Even In Your Dreams.

Only Those Return To Eternity Who On Earth Seek Out Eternity.

Rebellion Without Truth Is Like Spring In A Bleak, Arid Desert.

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.