I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.