Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates

A Consoling Thought: What Matters Is Not What We Do, But The Spirit In Which We Do It. Others Suffer Too; So Much So That There Is Nothing In The World But Suffering; The Problem Is Simply To Keep A Clear Conscience.

The Real Affliction Of Old Age Is Remorse.

What World Lies Beyond That Stormy Sea I Do Not Know, But Every Ocean Has A Distant Shore, And I Shall Reach It.

Perfect Behaviour Is Born Of Complete Indifference.

Hate Is Always A Clash Between Our Spirit And Someone Else's Body.