Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it adds up to real money.
I define comfort as self-acceptance. When we finally learn that self-care begins and ends with ourselves, we no longer demand sustenance and happiness from others.
There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all.
Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.
It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.