The coming stride by man to Mars will be the first faltering step to its destiny.

Hidden and guile are words too often practiced by man instead of transparency and openness.

We seek and when we find, we question the results.

Make a song in your heart your morning rouse and your night's repose.

The world is not interested in your everyday. What it wants more than your triumphs, are your disasters.

If I had wings to soar like Icarus, I would forget the Sun, yet find you in the sunset over calm waters.