The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

I did not know I was in my prime until afterwards.

When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.

Observe decorum, and it will open a path to morality.

The New York action painters want their pictures to jump off the walls and chase you down the street.

Guilt agonizes over trifles, ignores habitual wrongdoing.

Helplessness is a mighty power.