Within me is the potential to commit every evil act I see being committed by other men, and unless I feel this potential, I can at any moment be controlled by these same urges. I am free from these urges only if I recognize when I am feeling them, and while feeling them and acknowledging them to be me, choose not to follow them. Only in this way can I begin to regain the disowned parts of me. And only in this way can I know what it is I am criticizing in others.

Moods should be heard but never danced to.

Every moment that I am centered in the future I suffer a temporary loss of this life.

Love, the magician, knows this little trick whereby two people walk in different directions yet always remain side by side.

I can't be found in myself; I discover myself in others. That much is clear. And I suspect that I also love and care for myself in others.

If a man takes off his sunglasses I can hear him better.

Sometimes I doubt and sometimes I believe. And I like not making myself believe when I am doubting, and not making myself doubt when I am believing. Surely neither God nor Accident need my consistency.