Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.

No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago.

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.

The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown. Some do bow in that final direction. Others advance upon it. To bow before the one is to lose sight of the three. I may submit to the unknown, but never to the unknowable. The man who bows in that final direction is either a saint or a fool. I have no use for either.