There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

What does one prefer? An art that struggles to change the social contract, but fails? Or one that seeks to please and amuse, and succeeds?

We both know that pain comes for us all. It's almost a relief. Because if all of us are going to someday lose the people we love most, or be lost by them, then what is there to do but live?

Its not the type of pencil but the artist's skill that matters.

You know, I can imagine not writing a novel and writing poetry only.

Every clarification breeds new questions.

When we take care of ourselves like we would take care of someone we love, the quality of our living and our giving goes up.

A good time for laughing is when you can.

Express only that which cannot be expressed. Leave it unexpressed)

A philosophy that begins in doubt assails what no-one believes, and invites us to nothing believable

I want to be a good person, and a person that people enjoy working with, 'cause I certainly enjoy working with other people.