It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

Great God! What have I turned into? What right have you people to clutter up my life, steal my time, probe my soul, suckle my thoughts, have me for your companion, confidant, and information bureau? What do you take me for? Am I an entertainer on salary, required every evening to play an intellectual farce under your stupid noses? Am I a slave, bought and paid for, to crawl on my belly in front of you idlers and lay at your feet all that I do and all that I know?

Even the idiot may have a message for us

Part of the act of creating is in discovering your own kind. They are everywhere. But don't look for them in the wrong places.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

We are all guilty of crime the great crime of not living life to the full. But we are all potentially free. We can stop thinking of what we have failed to do and do whatever lies within our power. What those powers that are in us may be no one has truly dared to imagine. That they are infinite we will realize the day we admit to ourselves that imagination is everything. Imagination is the voice of daring.

We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.