There is an ongoing battle between conscience and self-interest in which, at some point, we have to take sides.

If a rabbit defined intelligence the way man does, then the most intelligent animal would be a rabbit, followed by the animal most willing to obey the commands of a rabbit.

See yourself always as cause, and perhaps a better world will be found among your effects.

If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

Eventually you come to realize that most people aren't looking for a fight but for someone to surrender to.

Every day I go forth to seek my identity, feeling greatly blessed by the things I don't find it in.