A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.

The past is the luxury of proprietors.

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.

Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man's resources?

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.

There is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving.