My passion should be big enough that I fear it, but not so weak that my fear of it becomes the death of it.

Too often passion is actually flight in disguise and therefore nothing of passion at all.

Too often we are unwilling to ‘look the fool’ in the pursuit of our passion. Therefore, we forsake our passion. And which, we might ask, is more foolish?

The passion of one man will always outrun the intellect of a thousand others.

Sadly, in too many cases surrender is having been ‘outrun’ by fear rather than having ‘run out’ of heart.

Dreams are ideas where the collar has been removed and the leash has been thrown away.

Have we ever thought to consider that the need to be loved grows because of its absence, but that love also grows because of its presence? And does this not speak to the power of love?

If I have not been both soothed by love and on the opposite extreme left devastated by it, I will never understand its power nor respect its majesty.

Love stands even when the desire to love doesn’t.