There Are Infinite Possibilities.

I Am Sacred When You Love Me. I Am Your Sanctuary, You Are Mine.

The Primary Dues A Writer Or Any Artist Pays Is To Remain Sentient, And To Forfeit The Illusionary Luxury Of Such Anesthetics As Avoidance, Numbness, And Denials.

How Enlightened Is Wearing God Like Some Do Versace?

Anyone Contemplating World War Is Certifiably Insane, No Matter How Calm They Seem.

Hot Air Expands, And Seriously Pompous Attitude Is The Inflation Of Choice By Those Lacking Substance.