The world became a less lonely place when one acquires the ability to recognize there is more wisdom to be gained from the long deep silences of in the company of ones soul, than in shallow conversation with others.

Inspiration is the mere act of casting a light into the darkness of another mans soul to allowing him to witness what he already unknowingly possessed.

Power is but a mere stage and nothing more, in which a man puts on display not a character, but the nature of his own character, the very nakedness of a man’s soul for all the world to see.

We all know those wandering souls, those strange people that seeming appear from nowhere at the door step of our existence. They enter into our lives as a guest would ones home, they stay for a time yet unselfishly they do not a make a home of it yet care for it all the same. Like all guests they too must leave, going as they came without any expectation. Yet what remains is the impression they make on you, how they change you.Even in their taking leave they manage to give. It is only then their beauty is truly understood.

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Never fall into the pit of pride, the day a man becomes proud is the day he has gained a thing he fears losing. Fear of loss is what drives the worst aspects of the human character. In his mind he has gained something, yet his soul has lost.

Just as to gain a glimpse of the soul of an artist one must first begin to appreciate and understand his works, so too must the appreciation and understanding of mankind take place, in order to gain a glimpse of the supreme force that created it.

The difference between solitude and loneliness, is where loneliness is the result of the inability to appreciate the company of own soul, Solitude is the adoration of it.