I don't know, Alexander, sometimes it gets so bad you can't think of nothing better to do than make it worse.

It's a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don't know the answer. I don't know what I'd do, except run away.

Put two macho groups together and give the first desperation and numbers, and the second truncheons and protective clothing, and the result is like a laboratory civil war.

Her name was a silent song on his lips. Her love was like a circle in the water, radiating ever outward, inevitably encompassing even the remotest of hearts.

No jewels, save my eyes, do I own, but I have a rose which is even softer than my rosy lips. And a quiet youth said: 'There is nothing softer than your heart.' And I lowered my gaze...

Love is the greatest treasure of humanity.

Frankly, the only good people who I know are dogs.

Writing is also an art.

I just want to this about that.

Only free men are thoroughly grateful one to another.

Silos can't interoperate unless the technology does.

The tremendous population increase has made meditation and psychic perception, things that come naturally to spiritually evolved people, difficult to practice and participate in.

All cultural imitation, opposed as it is to creativeness, is bound to make a people small.