Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine - that is, activity - which could solve it, is seen as odious.

Things do not happen, we must make them happen

Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths.

The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them.

It is only when our fate hangs in the balance, when our very life depends on something, that we see whether or not we trust that the rope to which we are clinging will support us. If we do not, then we let of of the ledge and swing on it with our full weight.

Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.

Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.