We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.
the tigers have found me and I do not care.
I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.
It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.
Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.
Itโs not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. thereโs no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.