Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.
So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.
Cruelty, I truly believe, is the one and only sin.
It is difficult to deal successfully, he decided, with a woman whose feelings cannot be hurt.
The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.
Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.