While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.
It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.
The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart - the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.