I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease.

The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in your life. You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead. Take control and choose to focus on what is important in your life. Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.