-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.

I didn’t look to the shore much after this first long and memorable glimpse. I looked up at Heaven and her court of mythical creatures fixed forever in the all powerful and inscrutable stars. Ink black was the night beyond them, and they so like jewels that old poetry came back to me, the sound even of hymns sung only by men.

Maybe a new religion will rise now. Maybe without it, man will crumble in cynicism and selfishness because he really needs his gods.

When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.

But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.

Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth