The more sincere the soul, the heavier the cross endured.
Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.
With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Art gives its vision to beauty not always recognized. And it surrenders freely -- whatever power it possesses to every sincere soul that seeks it. But above all else--it presents us with the gift of ourselves.
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.