Perhaps...I could not be content with mere contentment!

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.

Despair is the constant companion of the clown.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

She was feeling supernatural tonight. She wanted to EAT diamonds.

...for nothing is more boring than being forced to play.

From beggar to thief is one step, but a step in two directions at the same time, for what a beggar loses in morality when he becomes a thief he regains in self-respect.

Consult.../what reinforcement we may gain from hope, /If not, what resolution from despair.

Why bring him in my life at all when he never was meant to stay?

Don’t a man has serf esteem, it’s only woman who is sign of dignity, don’t man have their own?

I always say that you are who you are and you can't hide it.

I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.

I'm forty four; I'm way closer to dead than I am life of the party.

We are all Spirit experiencing a process set up to facilitate its (each Spirit's) understanding of its true identity and, through that understanding, to revert to its pristine state.

Adhere to the Truth rather than to the personality, and take to heart the Truth rather than the authority of another.

Later, when they were almost asleep he had called out to her. 'Finke?' 'Yeah?' 'We'll make a great team. You plant. I build.

I guess we're all just wired different. I just got to the point where I got tired of people telling me what I can and can't do in my life.