Those who keep speaking about the sun while walking under a cloudy sky are messengers of hope, the true saints of our day.
It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.
There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Only a fool worries over what he can’t control.
So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.
Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.
Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day.
May all the gods whom I settled in their sacred centers ask daily of Bêl and Nâbu that my days be long and may they intercede for my welfare. . . . The people of Babylon blessed my kingship, and I settled all the lands in peaceful abodes.
Currently, U. S. society has been encouraged by its political and subsidized mass-media intelligentsia to view U. S. life as a continual "morning in America" paradise, where the only social problems occur in the inner cities. Psychologists call this denial.