The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.

Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?

Like all religions, love has more believers than practitioners.

Might I be the one I am looking for?

Perhaps a reign of powerful women is necessary to make, or unmake when need be, powerful men. Women would not waste so readily and uselessly the lives they had such care and pain in bearing. Why should they submit to the massacre of the innocent, one generation after another ... and allow them to be brought up as live-stock for the inevitable killing?

I'm fond of human beings, but only one at a time.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.