Collective madness is called sanity.

She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.

When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over & over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

The same goes for envy, anger and insults - said the master. - When they are not accepted, they continue to belong to the one who carried them.

A prayer couched in the words of the soul, is far more powerful than any ritual.

Don't forget: Beautiful sunsets need cloudy Skies.