too many maniacs not enough michelangelos

God never slams a door in your face without opening a box of Girl Scout cookies.

Man is a demon, man is a god. Both true.

My heart skipped a beat and then flat-out tripped over itself and fell on its face. Then my heart stood up, brushed itself off, took a deep breath and announced: "I want a spiritual teacher.

How could two people who were so in love not end up happily ever after? It had to work. Didn’t it?

That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change.

Sanity and clarity are more important for me and I'm willing to give up a lot of shimmer for it. I'm willing to have more boring friends, who are sane.