Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have
Immortal longings in me.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's
desire. The other is to get read more

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's
desire. The other is to get it.

When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root read more

When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root of all quietness and assurance forever.

It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most

It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most

Naked I seek the camp of those who desire nothing.
[Lat., Nil cupientium
Nudus castra peti.]

Naked I seek the camp of those who desire nothing.
[Lat., Nil cupientium
Nudus castra peti.]

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a read more

Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.