The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored.

An over-indulgence of anything, even something as pure as water, can intoxicate.

I never feel unsafe except for when the majority is on my side.

It is not true that everyone is special. It is true that everyone was once special and still possesses the ability to recover it.

I am thankful when I am hungry because then I know that when I eat, the food will taste better. Life has taught me that my true contentment rests in hope, and the pleasure itself is secondary. It is self-awareness, not happiness, that maintains peace.

A good work ethic is not so much a concern for hard work but rather one for responsibility. There have been a great many men and women who have in fact used work or hustle or selfish ambition as an escape from real responsibility, an escape from purpose. In matters such as these, the hard worker is just as dysfunctional as the sloth.

Learning isn't acquiring knowledge so much as it is trimming information that has already been acquired.