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Copyright 2016 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
Hope is no more a crutch, than rage is a drain. |
What is sadness? To be on the verge of happiness, only to slip into emptiness. |
Sins of omission and sins of commission are merely opposite sides of Temptation's coin. |
When truth is a window, be careful not to be thrown out of it. |
To be a "victim of the system" is one thing. To be the victim of your own silence is quite another. |
Ambitions burned in midnight oil, When seen through the rested eyes of tomorrow, Do not always have the charm and allure,That they did, The night before. |
If you choose to dawdle behind a closed door, then you shouldn't be surprised when it hits you in the face. |
Wormholes. Black holes. Pie holes. A$$holes. All parts of the same whole — The Universe. |
When you lose yourself in decoding the past, you risk missing the lessons of the here and now. And that could turn into quite a tangled problem come tomorrow. |
In artwork, as in philosophy, there's a fine line between avant-garde and intellectual static. And sometimes that line is a cliff. |
When only the end matters to you, the means are the bricks you— Lay for the foundation, Stack to build walls, Throw as weapons. |
Never yield to mediocrity. Instead, plow ahead — at ramming speed. |
I don't bother trying to read the tea leaves. But that's mostly due to the fact that I don't drink tea. |
Nothing shatters quite like the glass ceiling of faith, Of hypocrisy, Of personal limitation. |