Dying is a part of living, but only a very small part.

I have many unrecognized talents, but my faults have somehow succeeded in securing wide recognition.

Some people can find all the peace of mind they need in a good, satisfying conflict.

You have a right to enjoy life, but only on your own time.

Strangely enough, this is the past that somebody in the future is longing to go back to.

If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.

It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.