It’s hard to fly high when you’re frightened of falling. It’s hard to run fast when you’re comfortable crawling. It’s hard to cross seas when you’re scared to go sailing. Success, though, tastes best when there’s risk of you failing.

My puppy tends to tear apart the footwear that I’m wearing. My sneakers, socks, and dark blue crocs- they all now need repairing. I’ve tried to let her know I disapprove of what she’s doing. But, I don’t speak puppy, so she happily keeps chewing.

Some say they’ll brave the hurricane, then run when it begins to rain.

I hope someday to fly away and sail between the stars. I’ll watch suns rise like fireflies in cosmic mason jars. I’ll reach the place where outer space in lonely silence ends. And then return, for life, I’ll learn, is best when home with friends.

Is heaven found in high-up clouds, or down on earth among the crowds? Does grace descend from up above, or does it grow from life and love? We see great woe through worldly eyes, but we need ground if we’re to rise.

I like to read books when I can, but I reckon I’d read a lot more if my phone didn’t beckon.

A.I. tries to drain us, but books help sustain us.

You can put them on a poster, in a card, or on a note, but since you have to own your words, don’t let A.I. choose what you wrote.

If there was an elixir that would make its drinker wiser and another one beside it that would make its drinker drunk, I suspect that it’s the liquor that would likely run out quicker because knowledge is a kicker once you learn what things are thunk.

Every clock I own requires wi-fi, cords, or charging wires. Time, for me, would just stand still upon a missed electric bill. I wish my knowledge of the hour did not hinge on purchased power. But, like clockwork, I’ll keep paying just to keep my time displaying.

A house without a shelf of books is not a place I’d settle. It’s like a bedroom with no bed or stovetop with no kettle. Of course you could survive there, but your mind would find it lonesome For printed books enrich us, and we’re better when we own some.

Creating an audience out of a crowd demands you do more than just make your voice loud. You don’t need a soapbox or spotlight or stage if you can convey the right words on a page. Some writers find ways to inform and uplift and yet entertain, and that’s truly

Our minds may be the greatest giftthat nature ever made,and yet some try to have A.I.ascend so minds can fade.

An epic tale that no one reads. A lifetime’s work that no one needs. A heartfelt call that none can hear. To leave no mark is man’s worst fear.

A life well-lived should have the goal to find, and be, a soulmate’s soul.

Sometimes, when poems rhyme they can feel like old friends. They greet you like neighbors where sidewalks find ends. Their rhythm and cadence will drift through the air, Alight in your attic and ruffle your hair.