When things are too clear, they are no longer interesting.
There is a law of time, a law of oblivion: glory to the dead; life to the living.
We have arrived at an intellectual chaos.
If we live in a state of constant fear, can we remain human?
Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.
The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it.