Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown.

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.

I had learned to harness ignorance with presumption. I was ready to become an unacknowledged watercolorist.

True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.