Do not pray for an easy life$$$ pray for the strength to endure a difficult one
Ideologies have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.
If we could renounce our benevolence and discard our righteousness$$$ the people would again become filial and kindly.
Spring comes$$$ and the grass grows by itself.
Nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses.
A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.
Things separate from their stories have no meaning.
They are in contact on a high-voltage wavelength of hate.
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling$$$ the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
Writing is utter solitude$$$ the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.