He found solace in what he wrote. It was an attempt to discover who he was at the moment.

Fear is the thief of dreams.

The idea that property has overcome our personalities is the single reason we’ll miss the best part of our lives. It’s people, not possessions that make our lives worth living.

We stay busy so we don’t have to admit we don’t have all the answers. After long enough with our constant distractions, we end our search for them. And God. Soon enough, we’ll all come...

There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn’t have. A solution. A remedy. Anything. …I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I...

This is how David felt after Goliath was on his back like a bitch.