A mask can hide you from others, but not from yourself.
In my travels I found no answers, only wonders.
Some thoughts are too angry to sleep. They lie awake all night and become obsessions.
Maturity is the moment one regains one’s innocence.
A few names have survived oblivion. In time, oblivion will have them all.
Every side attacks you when you don’t take sides.
Philosophers console themselves with explanations.
The sea will wash away our footprints but not the fact we made them.
Freedom began on the day the first sheep wandered away from the herd.
We’re all drowning, but don’t say it out loud.
Let a kind word warm you when your thoughts turn cold.
The poet strips naked. The philosopher takes notes.
Joy is wisdom I trust.
An avalanche doesn’t look back at the damage it causes.
Enjoy the rainbow while it lasts and don’t chase it when it’s gone.
The landscape looks different from every blade of grass.
Writing is talking to yourself-with the hope of being overheard.
Movement is the freedom of the body; stillness, of the mind.
After one has read everything and thought everything, one still have everything to learn.
We love those to whom we can tell our story.