The road to the heart is the ear
It is up to us to cultivate our garden.
The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.
If mankind were born tomorrow it would divide into groups; each would scramble to invent their one and only god, and set about butchering each-other.
When a man is in love, jealous, and just whipped by the Inquisition, he is no longer himself.
Often the prudent, far from making their destinies, succumb to them. -Francois