Jason Kilar

There is no distinctly American criminal class – except Congress.

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that’s become my enemy because that’s what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.

There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles… but there is one order of beauty which seems made to turn the heads not only of men, but of all intelligent mammals, even of women. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle and to engage in conscious mischief -a beauty with which you can never be angry, but that you feel ready to crush for inability to comprehend the state of mind into which it throws you.

There is no comparison between that which is lost by not succeeding and that which is lost by not trying.

Beauty without expression is boring.

Sir, that all who are happy, are equally happy, is not true. A peasant and a philosopher may be equally satisfied, but not equally happy. Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness.

I cannot forgive a scholar his homeless despondency.

Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.

The torments of martyrdom are probably most keenly felt by the bystanders.

Kindness, love, strength and determination personified!! Madiba reminds me that everything is possible!

Your own safety is at stake when your neighbor’s wall is ablaze.

It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.

Imagination is not a talent of some people but is the health of everyone.

I am a sky gazer. The sky, it pulls at me. Its amazing eternal expanse of breathtaking beauty calls me back to my senses, stretches my awareness, soothes my eyes, opens my heart, stills me. I feel a soft soul longing to be up there, in the vastness, amongst the clouds that are alive and billow and skud and glow; metamorphosing from perfection into perfection. A constantly changing canvas brushed by magic.