A forced kindness deserves no thanks.

But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.

I was afraid and did not know what I feared$$$ which is the worst kind of fear.

This is one of the cruelties of the theatre of life; we all think of ourselves as stars and rarely recognize it when we are indeed mere supporting characters or even supernumeraries.

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

There is no escape$$$ we pay for the violence of our ancestors.

In love there are two evils: war and peace.

The foundation of the Buddha's teachings lies in compassion$$$ and the reason for practicing the teachings is to wipe out the persistence of ego$$$ the number-one enemy of compassion.

Everything is important -- that success is in the details.