What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.

Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...

Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?

Death's brother, sleep.

...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

Unpacking books is a revelatory activity.

So I needed to be womanised. I was losing my sheen.

My dad is an egomaniac.

Karma chameleon: we come and go, we come and go.

If you are not astonished that you exist, your humanity is not complete.

Let your minds be filled with the goal of being like the Lord, and you will crowd out depressing thoughts as you anxiously seek to know Him and do His will.

I love being in the ocean. I love the unpredictability of it- size of wave, animals you see, etc.

Whatever you have learned in your previous incarnations is retained within your causal body, your multi-lifetime body of energy that lives from one incarnation to another.

But normally when you talk to yourself [on court] you say; 'I love you, you're a good guy, but don't miss next time, okay.'

Often we ask ourselves to make absolute sense out of what just happens, and in this way, what we are practicing is suffering, which everybody practices, but strangely few of us grow graceful in.