He would like to start from scratch. Where is scratch?
The great writers of aphorisms read as if they had all known each other well.
There can be no Creator, simply because his grief at the fate of his creation would be inconceivable and unendurable.
Every decision is liberating, even if it leads to disaster. Otherwise, why do so many people walk upright and with open eyes into their misfortune?
His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.
Learning is the art of ignoring.