If The Way is made clear, it is no longer The Way.
Sleep… Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death….
A well frog knows nothing of the ocean for it is bound by its space. The Spring insect knows nothing of the Winter because it is bound to a single season.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do it enough to impress themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.
In the Soviet army it takes more courage to retreat than to advance.
Conformity is the jailer of freedom, and the enemy of growth.
You become responsible forever, for what you have tamed.