Man never thinks himself happy$$$ but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art.

Everything is theater.

Arguing with one who will not accept facts is like administering medicine to the dead.

Character is much easier kept than recovered.

Make away out of no way.

These are the moments for which we live.

When we are crushed like grapes$$$ we cannot think of the wine we will become.

In our own woundedness$$$ we can become sources of life for others.

A wise man sees as much as he ought$$$ not as much as he can.