The dancer becomes the dance. And I am the writing.

There are shadows for the shadows of things, as a reflection seen in a mirror of a mirror. We know there are circles within circles and dimensions beyond dimension. Reality is itself a shadow, only an appearance accepted by those whose eyes shun what might lie beyond.

I am somebody. I am me. And I don't need anybody to make me somebody.

A man shares his days with hunger, thirst, and cold, with the good times and the bad, and the first part of being a man is to understand that.

Luck comes to a man who puts himself in the way of it. You went where something might be found and you found something, simple as that.

A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one's life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself. You have a chance to select from pretty elegant furnishings.

What can the will do when the heart commands?