The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years.

What I know for sure is that what you give comes back to you.

The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you give.

All that we do is touched with ocean$$$ and yet we remain on the shore of what we know.

To understand the stars would spoil their appearance.

Explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You understand it better but the frog dies in the process.

The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.

My greatest pain in life is that I will never be able to see myself perform live.

The path of social advancement is$$$ and must be$$$ strewn with broken friendships.