Love is random; fear is inevitable.

I rebel; therefore I exist.

I explained to him$$$ however$$$ that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

It is only when a man tames his own demons that he becomes the king of himself — if not of the world.

Each city receives its form from the desert it opposes.

I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.

Speak the truth$$$ do not become angered and give when asked$$$ even be it a little. By these three conditions one goes to the presence of the gods.

We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond.

Nothing is ever behind us.

And I no longer ask for all the solitude in the world$$$ but for time.