I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level.
Wisdom is knowing what to do next; virtue is doing it.
I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.
I barely had time to register them before those rifles were pointed at me.