This love is silent.

We do not pass through the same door twice<br>Or return to the door through which we did not pass.

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

April is the cruelest month$$$ breeding<br>lilacs out of the dead land$$$ mixing<br>memory and desire$$$ stirring<br>dull roots with spring rain.

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life. All that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

Truth is what stands the test of experience.

If you don't have time to do it right$$$ when will you have time to do it over?

The world is a dangerous place to live$$$ not because of the people who are evil$$$ but because of the people who don't do anything about it.

The search for truth takes you where the evidence leads you$$$ even if$$$ at first$$$ you don't want to go there.

Perhaps the mission of those who love mankind is to make people laugh at the truth$$$ to make truth laugh$$$ because the only truth lies in learning to free ourselves from insane passion for the truth.