The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream.

All things truly wicked start from an innocence.

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible ideas, concept, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

All things truly wicked start from an innocence.

To those who will see, the world waits. It feels like much more than a saying. And perhaps it is. Perhaps it is a hope.

So ironic that a heart made by man, when broken, is easily fixed, but a human hurt can last a lifetime.