Only one who has learned much can fully appreciate his ignorance.

Extreme boredom provides its own antidote.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.

So the more things stay the same$$$ the more they change after all.

Art is the antidote that can call us back from the edge of numbness$$$ restoring the ability to feel for another.

Art should be a place of hope.

Unearned suffering is redemptive.

Hate is too big of burden to bear. I have decided to love.

And I will die$$$ and you will die$$$ and we all will die$$$ and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

We can count how many seeds are in the apple$$$ but not how many apples are in the seed.