There is no human nature$$$ since there is no God to conceive it.

The man who is not permitted to own is owned.

Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.

Whatever purifies you is the right path$$$ I will not try to define it.

When someone beats a rug$$$ the blows are not against the rug$$$ but against the dust in it.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another$$$ not words.

There is no greater danger than underestimating your opponent.

He who possesses most must be most afraid of loss.

My one true love. My deformed or mutilated or diseased prince charming. My unhappily ever after. My hideous future. The monstrous rest of my life.