If we climb high enough, we will reach a height from which tragedy ceases to look tragic.
To love means to be actively concerned for the life and the growth of another.
Marriage and its entourage of possession and jealousy enslave the spirit.
To the extent that one is responsible for one's life, one is alone.
Self-awareness is a supreme gift, a treasure as precious as life. This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the knowledge that we will grow, blossom, and, inevitably, diminish and die.
Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.