One does not kill by anger but by laughter.

We would not let ourselves be burned to death for our opinions: we are not sure enough of them for that.

Love, too, has to be learned.

Become who you are. Make what only you can make.

Being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!

"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!

Something might be true while being harmful and dangerous in the highest degree. Indeed, it might be a basic characteristic of existence that those who know it completely would perish, in which case the strength of a spirit should be measured according to how much of the 'truth' one could still barely endure- or to put it more clearly, to what degree one would require it to be thinned down, shrouded, sweetened, blunted, falsified.