Yes$$$ it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

Unlike the puerile loyalty to a conviction$$$ loyalty to a friend is a virtue - perhaps the only virtue$$$ the last remaining one.

I have no mission. No one has.

She is sadder and sadder$$$ and for a man there is no balm more soothing than the sadness he has caused a woman.

The less I speak$$$ the more I meditate.

Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing.

Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.

Real learning comes about when the competitive spirit has ceased.

Analysis does not transform consciousness.

It is only in alert silence that truth can be.