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If you would, then treat yourself with a less harsh hand. The way you see yourself, is not the way your friends see you.

Why bother… the song of dying democracy.

In whose hands does forgiveness lie? Not the grasping hands of the proxy of divinity, for divinity needs no proxy, and thus, has none.

We are hedonists, one and all, some of the flesh, some of the soul, even the heart its love, doth wish to impart, and of another, imbibe.

If only mirrors reflected our souls, instead of our skin.

Evil is learned, not inherited.

To judge another for their sin, proves more difficult when we find the same, ourselves within.

The deeper into our dreams we search, the deeper the meaning we uncover, but is this meaning really real, or merely what we really want?

I often dream in black and white, I seldom dream in true, but the only thing that you should know, I would that all my dreams, be you.

To define success as the money one makes, yet know camels pass through a needle’s eye easier than rich men gain entry to heaven.