“No steam or gas ever drives anything until it is confined. No Niagara is ever turned into light and power until it is tunneled. No life ever grows until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined.”

Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?

“if you need some transportation from a world of tribulation, tell me your destination; i’ll be your ride. if you’re out of inspiration, all you feel is desperation; consider this your invitation; i’ll be your ride…”