It is hereby decreed that the wall separating the sacred and the profane be toen down. From now on everything is sacred.

A person who goes in search of God is wasting his time. he can walk a thousand roads and join many religions and sects- but he'll never find God that way. God is here, right now, at our side. In order to find God, you have to only to look around.

Well, to find, not the meaning of life because I believe in mysteries, I believe that there is a mystery that goes far beyond our understanding.

The Warrior listens to the words of certain thinkers.

Our body remains alive, yet sooner or later our soul will receive a mortal blow. The perfect crime--for we don't know who murdered our joy, what their motives were, or where the guilty parties are to be found.

Getting married, having children, and staying together long after all love has died, saying that it's for the good of the children (who are, apparently, deaf to the constant rows).

In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those people who decide to die? No one can judge. Each person knows the extent of their own suffering or the total absence of meaning in their lives.