I did not know that children think the hard questions they ask are easy and thus expect easy answers to them, and that they are disappointed when they get cautious, complex answers.

There's no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.

When an airplane's engines fail, it is not the end of the flight.

When we open ourselves you yourself to me and I myself to you, when we submerge you into me and I into you when we vanish into me you and into you I Then am I me and you are you.

People who commit monstrous crimes are not necessarily monsters. If they were, things would be easy. But they aren't and it is one of the experiences of life.

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.

I certainly know German colleagues in the US who try to be Americans, try to melt into Americanism, even before they get married and become American citizens. But I've never tried that.

The more I suffer, the more I love.

What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.

Philosophy has forgotten about children

What is law? Is it what is on the books, or what is actually enacted and obeyed in a society? Or is law what must be enacted and obeyed, whether or not it is on the books, if things are to go right?

If you have no good drive in you, your life will not be steered through a good direction. It will miss its destined station. Passion or drive is what moves the vehicle of a fulfilled life.

Life is Beautiful, it is you who want to Enjoy or Cry.Enjoy = Win, Cry = Loose.

A broken soul doesn't invest in boundaries because the world has crossed them, without mercy.

This is what I do for fun - brainstorm about monsters!

I'm not cocky. But I'm very confident.

It's cold out. It's even cold in Florida. So cold today that Katherine Harris put on a third layer of makeup.

And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace

Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.

When I approached Volume 1 of "Lucid," I realized I could tell something that only exists in four issues or I could roll the dice a bit and approach this as Season 1 of a TV show.

For as saith a proverb notable, Each thing seeketh his semblable.