I would give my life for a man who is looking for the truth. But I would gladly kill a man who thinks that he has found the truth.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

So it's always a process of letting go$$$ one way or another.

Few among men are they who cross to the further shore. The others merely run up and down the bank on this side.

Holy cow! Wrinkles only go where smiles have been.

Hope for the best. Expect the worst. Life is a play. We're unrehearsed.

Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.

There's no time for hatred$$$ only questions. Where is love? Where is happiness? What is life? Where is peace?

Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch.

Radicalism: The conservatism of to-morrow injected into the affairs of to-day.