All people are enslaved by something.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

Devil and God – two sides of the same face.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.