Dissipation Is A Form Of Self-sacrifice.

To The Frustrated, Freedom From Responsibility Is More Attractive Than Freedom From Restraint.

I Always Held My Flower In A Clenched Fist.

The End Comes When We No Longer Talk With Ourselves. It Is The End Of Genuine Thinking And The Beginning Of The Final Loneliness. The Remarkable Thing Is That The Cessation Of The Inner Dialogue Marks Also The End Of Our Concern With The World Around Us. It Is As If We Noted The World And Think About It Only When We Have To Report It To Ourselves.

Only The Individual Who Has Come To Terms With His Self Can Have A Dispassionate Attitude Toward The World.

When Hopes And Dreams Are Loose In The Streets, It Is Well For The Timid To Lock Doors, Shutter Windows And Lie Low Until The Wrath Has Passed.