In the last analysis sound judgment will prevail.

In the last analysis sound judgment will prevail.

I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.

I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.

As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of
the demand.

As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of
the demand.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, read more

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'

We should face reality and our past mistakes in an honest, adult way. Boasting of glory does not make glory, read more

We should face reality and our past mistakes in an honest, adult way. Boasting of glory does not make glory, and singing in the dark does not dispel fear.

Justice will overtake fabricators of lies and false witnesses.

Justice will overtake fabricators of lies and false witnesses.

If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not read more

If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

Many have screwed the truth, but few
have called her the next day.

Many have screwed the truth, but few
have called her the next day.

He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.