Intent and service-that is my motto.
The doors of heaven and hell are adjacent and identical.
I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.
All my life one of my greatest desires has been to travel-to see and touch unknown countries, to swim in unknown seas, to circle the globe, observing new lands, seas, people, and ideas with insatiable appetite, to see everything for the first time and for the last time, casting a slow, prolonged glance, then to close my eyes and feel the riches deposit themselves inside me calmly or stormily according to their pleasure, until time passes them at last through its fine sieve, straining the quintessence out of all the joys and sorrows.
What is love? It is not simply compassion, not simply kindness. In compassion there are two: the one who suffers and the one who feels compassion. In kindness there are two: the one who gives and the one who receives. But in love there is only one; the two join, unite, become inseparable. The I and the you vanish. To love means to lose oneself in the beloved.
My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.
The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
I'd hate to compare anyone with Sugar Ray Robinson, but Donald is the closest thing to Robinson I've ever seen
I haven't gotten fired from many jobs, but you finish a job and nine times out of ten you're just unemployed and you don't know where the next one is. And that does get old. It's stressful.
All of our energy should be in sacrifice and services. Suffering, at least.
. . her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.