You don't remember days, you remember moments.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

To choose a hardship for ourselves is our only defense against that hardship. This is what is meant by accepting suffering. Those who, by their very nature, can suffer completely, utterly, have an advantage. That is how we can disarm the power of suffering, make it our own creation, our own choice; submit to it. A justification for suicide.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.