We love without heeding reason$$$ and cease to love in the same manner.

There is no short cut to acheivement.

I can't go back to yesterday—because I was a different person then.

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.

The fates lead him who will; him who won't they drag.

Deep down inside$$$ we don't seek the meaning of life$$$ but the experience of being alive.

The hero of yesterday becomes the tyrant of tomorrow$$$ unless he crucifies himself today.

Full circle$$$ from the tomb of the womb to the womb of the tomb$$$ we come.

One great thing about growing old is that nothing is going to lead to anything. Everything is of the moment.

Gods suppressed become devils$$$ and often it is these devils whom we first encounter when we turn inward.