There is no limit to desire but desire's needs.

As a rule of thumb I say, if Socrates, Jesus and Tolstoy wouldn't do it, don't.

So childhood too feels good at first, before one happens to notice the terrible sameness, age after age.

The true artist plays mad with his soul, labors at the very lip of the volcano, but remembers and clings to his purpose, which is as strong as the dream. He is not someone possessed, like Cassandra, but a passionate, easily tempted explorer who fully intends to get home again, like Odysseus.

Find a pile of gold and sit on it.

The citizen can bring our political and governmental institutions back to life, make them responsive and accountable, and keep them honest. No one else can.

There is no limit to desire but desire's needs.