Art is not to throw light but to be light.
That which is not daring is nothing.
Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks.
What is a 'thing'? All is movement, a flowing. How stupid it is to speak of the 'mind'. There is a body; there is a mind: they are mixed up together. Shakespeare with a hole in his sock will not write the sonnet of a Shakespeare with socks intact.
You will protect with the last drop of someone else's blood what was never yours.
All at Once Is What Eternity Is.