Thought Has No Gender.

People Who Worship Only Themselves Get A Slick, Polished Look - Like Monuments. Too Bad They Had To Go So Soon.

Everything Solid Was First An Idea.

If You Were The Sky, I Would Unfurl Myself In You, As A Rainbow Of Colors Yet Unseen. I Would Become Oceans Of Stars In Your Night.

Greed Is The Lack Of Confidence Of One's Own Ability To Create.

The Stars Are Not The Limit.