A giant thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.
There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.
The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.
Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.
There are two kinds of people I cannot abide: bigots and any well-organized ethnic group.
Everyone should learn a manual trade: It's never too late to become an honest person.