If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear.

Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man feels only what he loves.

What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.

They looked at the paper and saw nothing in those curving lines, but they knew and understood everything, for their geography was in their blood and they felt biologically their picture of the world.

That wild beast which lives in man and does not dare to show itself until the barriers of law and custom have been removed, was now set free.

It seems to me, that if people only knew how hard it was for me to endure life, they would find it easier to forgive me for all the wrong things I’ve done and all the good things that I have failed to do. And they would still find a little compassion within them to pity me.

~beautiful soul weeps deep~