A beautiful world with ugly people; an ugly world with beautiful people. We can never win.

A rose, isn't quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorn pricks you.

The beauty on the inside, will determine the ugly on the outside.

As the world continually multiplies, are we in a generation where people are divided, or people are equal?

The closest thing to Heaven, is having a peaceful mind, and a beautiful, pure heart.

Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground and rots, never finding appreciation in the taste of mouths.