Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

Sometimes I feel I am destined for greater things, and then again sometimes I suspect that I am just an extra in epic movie.

Silence is the room we create for the searching of God, where we hear His voice and follow.

I love the ocean because water from all sources mingle here, I love the ocean because it always returns all our valuables back, I love the ocean because it is the proof for abundance love & attachment.

Our best teachers do more than impart facts and figures - they inspire and encourage students and instill a true desire to learn. That's a fine art in itself.

I used to dance, but now I only move.

In a relationship the details are everything because they remind you - just when you need to be reminded the most - why you fell in love with someone in the first place.

Peace. The upland serenity of high altitude, the openness of grassland without indigenous bush or trees; the greening, yellowing or silver-browning that prevailed, according to season.

A lot of Scots have settled in Canada over the years and it's a very easy place for Scots - they understand us, we understand them.

All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.