We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

I simply believe that a book has a journey to make, and should not be condemned to being stuck on a shelf… Let’s leave our books free to travel, then, to be touched by other hands, and enjoyed by other eyes.

In order to have faith in his own path, he does not need to prove that someone else's path is wrong.

Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the the freedom that exists in the world of insanity and becomes addicted to it.

I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world could cause me harm.

So we contemplate each other, and we want each other, and I give it life and warmth, and it gives me my reason for living.

A Warrior also knows that the fool who gives advice about someone else's garden is not tending his own plants.