The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.
Readers are the glue that binds the books together.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
Manners and politeness will never become old-fashioned.
I'm looking to evolve the concept of the new renaissance artist, taking the world by storm through the art of public display and demonstration, with technical savvy, using cell phones and computers.
Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that...
Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?
Let's go invent tomorrow instead of worrying about what happened yesterday.
Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.