Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compactOne sees more devils than vast hell can holdThat is the madman the lover all as franticSees Helens beauty in a brow of EgyptThe poets eye in fine frenzy rollingDoth glance from heaven to earth from earth to heavenAnd as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown the poets penTurns them to shapes and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a name.

My prayer will shake heaven to come down and kiss the earth... and I will pose somewhere to watch it drop some goodies that I will later gather for my greatness. Sela

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got on every single inch of earth in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself...

Some people die and you realize that the only mark they left on earth are the tomb stones under which they lie. The impacts you make on earth should be something worthy to improve lives.

You were not created to come to this earth and say me too I came to live some. You were create to make a difference

I decree and I declare that I am not a raw material but rather a finished product. God knows me and knows the reason for which he created me. I am not here on earth to merely live and depart.

I think about this not like someone thinking but like someone breathingAnd I look at flowers and I smile...I dont know if they understand meOr if I understand themBut I know the truth is in them and in meAnd in our common divinityOf letting ourselves go and live on the EarthAnd carrying us in our arms through the contented SeasonsAnd letting the wind sing us to sleepAnd not have dreams in our sleep.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.