Man, born of woman, has found it a hard thing to forgive her for giving him birth. The patriarchal protest against the ancient matriarch has borne strange fruit through the years.

None but the weak crave to be better than. Strong men are satisfied with their own strength.

The question in crisis or ordeal is not: Are you going to be an extremist? The question is: What kind of extremist are you going to be?

For men tied fast to the absolute, bled of their differences, drained of their dreams by authoritarian leeches until nothing but pulp is left, become a massive, sick Thing whose sheer weight is used ruthlessly by ambitious men. Here is the real enemy of the people: our own selves dehumanized into the masses. And where is the David who can slay this giant?

I broke every barrier I could to see things as they are.

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new questions, then it is time to die.

The point of life is to find the delicate equilibrium between dream and reality.