If I had my wilderness, nature could be my lover. What can I do in the paved streets for my thirsty roots? I waste time. I encourage fools. I slip the vital hours into penny slot machines -- to pass time, to start my stuck wheels only love can oil.

Work is the only only only remedy for life: for happiness, for interest, for stability, for security. Hard, willed work. Oh work!

It's not what happens to us that defines us. It's what we choose to do with what happens to us that defines us.

I am possessed by love and have no options.

You have to have short fingernails or they'd just break off, and you can't wear red polish - it looks like your fingers are bleeding.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn to live, and by her busy ways, reform thy own.