A man dies when he refuses to stand up for that which is right.

I am the flail of god. Had you not created great sins$$$ god would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.

Because in the end$$$ you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

There are worse things than being mad.

On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.

Religion is a salve for confusion and misdirection.

Like tired dogs they stand there$$$because they use up all their strengthin remaining upright in one's memory.

My "fear" is my substance$$$ and probably the best part of me.

Without this playing with fantasy$$$ no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

Fate would have no divinity if we were wise: it is we who make her a goddess and place her in heaven.