A journey does not need reasons. Before long, it proves to be reason enough in itself. One thinks that one is going to make a journey, yet soon it is the journey that makes or unmakes you.

Traveling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you.

Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul's personal desire to find an outlet for expression.

You said the words, and they altered the universe. By merely speaking you could create damage and pain, cause tears to fall, drive people away, make yourself feel better, make your life worse.

Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?

Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.

What do you think, I was born at 60?

Communists are people who fancied that they had an unhappy childhood.

To be totally without stress is to be dead.

I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita... "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.

Every procedure for getting a cat to take a pill works fine - once. Like the Borg, they learn.