Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

There is no beauty without some strangeness

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

A fellow has to believe in something, Jay-such as the rottenness of humanity.

Scoring high in procreation, got an A studying female anatomy.

Let go of your past, but never forget what it has taught you.

That there needed neither art nor science for going to GOD, but only a heart resolutely determined to apply itself to nothing but Him, or for His sake, and to love Him only.

It's best not to get too excited or too depressed by the ups and downs of life.

How the hell do you wake up dead?

When we experience stress, the nervous system tries to control things. Part of waking up is discovering what we are beyond that controlling organism.

And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they'll never stop doing, I think it's FEARLESS to stop believing them. It's FEARLESS to say "you're NOT sorry" and walk away.

It may well be that creativity is the last unfair advantage we're legally allowed to take over our competitors.

To great evils we submit, we resent little provocations.