Writers Are Lampposts And Critics Are Dogs.

I Was Not I, I Was Nothing - And That Seemed To Me Quite Marvelous.

Our Body Remains Alive, Yet Sooner Or Later Our Soul Will Receive A Mortal Blow. The Perfect Crime--for We Don't Know Who Murdered Our Joy, What Their Motives Were, Or Where The Guilty Parties Are To Be Found.

If You Love Someone, You Must Be Prepared To Set Them Free.

Lose What? A Man Only Has A Soul To Be Won Or Lost; Apart From His Life, He Has Nothing. Past Or Future Lives Do Not Matter - At The Moment You Are Living This One, And You Should Do So With Silent Comprehension, Joy And Enthusiasm. What You Must Not Lose Is Your Enthusiasm.

From The Moment That You Feel Enthusiastic About Everything, You Know That You Are Following Your Heart.