And who knew that beneath the dishelved rags and tattered lion pelt that you adorn yourself with, when pulled back reveals the most innocent lamb of them all?

Worry is like a dead-weight, coiled like a poised and ready to strike cobra, and when relief washes over this cobra, it withers; hissing, spitting, and melting into the earth as the sun dries it up.

If man were meant to fly, he would have been born with wings. However, if love was meant to make man feel as if he is flying and nothing could ever hold him down, does that give the heart of man wings with which he can accomplish such ability?

The silence is often misinterpreted, but is never once misquoted.

Charade dutifully fills in the blank pages of a book, shrouded in utmost mystery of the dark and quiet life that, for once, has been lived in such secrecy.

Heartbreak is the most sensible and swift response to the lovesick diseased and overrun masses.

I'll play on your vanities and nary be ashamed because thou know as well as I, it will work.

If Death envies Life, what does Life love and die for?

I'm as happy as the Devil is on any given Sunday.

Whatever shall this world come to when we humans suddenly transform from our birthed Lemmings form?