Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most
those we love best?
That which yields is not always weak.
All knowledge is worth having.
All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire.
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear.
It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is
Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others.