While intellect might make a man ingenious, it is passion that keeps genius on its feet.

If we speak in truth it may not always feel good, but it will always be right.

Fear is typically one-part fact and about ten-parts fiction. And that kind of formula grows things real big, real fast.

If by growing up you mean allowing the adult within me to abandon the child within me, I have no interest in such a horrid proposition. If instead you mean to let each enhance the other at the exclusion of neither, I have every interest.

Love is the thing that keeps everything else exactly where it needs to be. And so, if I’m out of whack, I’m probably out of love.

Imagination envisions what could be. Reality states what is. And when my journey is shaped by one of these at the exclusion of the other, I will eventually wake up on some road facing the ‘reality’ that I’m far more lost than I could have ‘imagined’.

Most of our fears are borrowed. Since that’s the case, we should get busy returning them.