My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.

LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot