All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

As you enter positions of trust and power$$$ dream a little before you think.

Peace begins with a smile.

Nothing useless can be truly beautiful.

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt$$$ risky$$$ unpredictable tour of the soul.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touched by the thorns.

They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been$$$ always will be too late.

It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this$$$ too$$$ will pass away.'

And if you couldn't be loved$$$ the next best thing was to be let alone.