Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars. War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.
Life’s no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe’s my own to fool with.
Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.
Knowledge and ability were tools, not things to show off.
Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.
