There Is Nothing Known As "perfect". Its

I Must Be Willing To Give Up What I Am In Order To Become What I Will Be.

We Experience Ourselves Our Thoughts And Feelings As Something Separate From The Rest. A Kind Of Optical Delusion Of Consciousness. This Delusion Is A Kind Of Prison For Us, Restricting Us To Our Personal Desires And To Affection For A Few Persons Nearest To Us.

Between The Difficulties, One Hides The Opportunity

As Long As There Are Sovereign Nations Possessing Great Power, War Is Inevitable.

When I Was Young I Found Out That The Big Toe Always Ends Up Making A Hole In A Sock. So I Stopped Wearing Socks.