He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
The profoundest distances are never geographical.
How can one build a better self unless on the ruins of the old?
The world began in hazard and will end in it.