I have long stopped attempting to define what is right. For I have found that the quietly seductive nature of my own biases in combination with the pettiness of that which is culturally vogue can handily take that which is patently ‘wrong’ and make it appear gloriously ‘right.’ And I have found it infinitely easier to let God define all of that for me.

If I should be so foolish as to hold ethics as the ignorance of a generation long passed, my life will pass in the ignorance of a generation that handed me what was genius.

Sometimes the most mature words that we can say are “I don’t know.” For it is not knowledge that evidences my worth. Rather, it’s the knowledge that an honest man is worth a thousand who are not.

Without a firm moral restraint and a bold adherence to principled ethics, nothing within the power of men will save us from the power of mankind.

Life is not about getting everything right, as much as it’s about working to live right.

Independence that has declared its ‘independence’ from the sure and certain compass of sound morals is nothing more than rogue greed having scantily dressed itself in the garb of independence while running off the cliff of anarchy.

My conscience might not permit me to do the things that the darker side of me would most certainly like to do. But in the end, what makes the greater story; how I beat the darker side or how it beat me?