We must use whatever methods we can to understand the movement of the universe around us and time our actions so that we are not fighting the currents, but moving with them.

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

Of course, a sign doesn't mean anything unless you know how to interpret it.

Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

Nothing is as bleak as the future, except the past.

Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.

I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.