Love doesn't always come in convenient packages.

You can't know$$$ you can only believe - or not.

Lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

When the heart speaks$$$ the mind finds it indecent to object.

There is no perfection$$$ only life.

The worth of a human being lies in the ability to extend oneself$$$ to go outside oneself$$$ to exist in and for other people.

Kitsch is the inability to admit that shit exists.

The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering.

It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.

In the end$$$ every hypochondriac is his own prophet.