Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.

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

Death is the only limit to the road you travel.

I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.

His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god, but then he never claimed not to be a god.

The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.