Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."

For war is never some cosmic accident descending upon a people with all the chance and inevitability of asteroids falling like fire out of the heavens, but only the will and work of man.

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

Self-creation is the highest art.

A man lusts to become a god... and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

Beliefs are the eyelids of the mind.

Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise.

We are the eyes through which the Univers observes itself and knows itself divine.

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.

The belly is the reason that man does not easily mistake himself for a god.

It’s Not About How Much Money You Make, Instead It’s About What You Do With The Money That You Do Make.

Yet the motion of the saw has not faltered, as though it and the arm functioned in a tranquil conviction that rain was an illusion of the mind.

That what you think that you are, that, you are

Partying and dancing have never been my thing, but drinking I could do with reasonable familiarity and skills. I decided to begin there.

Because you're not what I would have you be, I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.

prospect, n. An outlook, usually forbidding. An expectation, usually forbidden.

People ask me how I manage without a man in the same tone they might ask someone how they're doing with just one lung, but it's not like that at all.

Most people can do nothing at all well

Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves.

If Rosa Parks had not refused to move to the back of the bus, you and I might never have heard of Dr. Martin Luther King.