Fabricate convenient fictions and you’ll fool distracted eyes. But, with time, your contradictions will become exposed as lies.

Does wealth make one wise? Or does it confuse? Aristocrat eyes can cast bizarre views. The more that you own, the greater the fear that you’ve only known what you want to hear.

The mysteries of outer space are worth our time to probe, but we can’t shirk the basic work of saving our own globe.

Make your voice heard So we’ll hear and be stirred Like a horn in the morning adorning each word. And polish your sound Make it clear and profound Like a diamond refined as it’s mined the ground.

I do not doubt there’s darkness, but I believe in light. The golden rule is fraying, but I believe it’s right. I trust in grace and goodness, though it may seem naive. I seek, when I am praying, to live what I believe.

Pointing to one I saw radiate brightly, I told my daughter to reach for the stars. Turning to me, resolutely, politely, she replied, “Daddy, that’s actually Mars.”

The path to self-enlightenment is long, but here’s a starter: When billionaires choose what you see, those things won’t make you smarter.

It’s bold to believe that the future is bright, but with grace, and good deeds, things will turn out all right.

Relationships are fed by words that fuel the way we feel; The way we flirt is like dessert, but vows provide the meal.

Before I breathe my final breath, I hope my life, from youth to death, will slowly replay through my mind with time to pause and press rewind. But if my ending comes too fast to reminisce about my past, I hope the final thing I see before I go is

It’s best to look before you leap and judge before you jump, for if you dive where it’s not deep, you won’t enjoy the bump.

Events that we call unforeseen would not, in fact, surprise if we’d just stop ignoring what is right before our eyes.

Don’t just face your problems. Fight them. Don’t just state your stances. Write them. Don’t just cut your corners. Turn them. Don’t just claim your triumphs. Earn them.

There is beauty in those moments when we blissfully forget why our dreams cannot be real and so we dream without regret.

The sweetest lies your lips can spill someday may form a bitter pill.

My mind is filled with memories, but oftentimes it seemst The ones that I like best are ones I only find in dreams. I wish my waking thoughts could spare more time to reminisce, But memory recovery relies on slumber’s bliss.