Since the world began has any man ever been able to know what would happen tomorrow? The world of men is today. I'm asking you to open your heart today. Tomorrow belongs to Allah.

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.

Life is lived only once. And the less seriously the better.

Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A fiction that serves as an anesthetic.

The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.

A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.

Security is a false God. Begin to make sacrifices to it and you are lost.

Illness reduces man to his basic state: a cloaca in which the chemical processes continue. The meaningless hegemony of the involuntary.

The only effort worth making is the one it takes to learn the geography of one's own nature.

She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze.

If people and their manner of living were alike everywhere, there would not be much point in moving from one place to another.

I am the keeper of my husband's history.

The fish will not blame you. You have to do this. I will not look at you and think you're a bad brother. Nobody will. You have to leave because this time you have to save yourself.

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world...

Leadership is failing. And Donald Trump is going to take a holistic approach to how we focus on these things, and he's not going to allow disparate activities in the communities to define everything.

I've never changed my life since I was 4 and went to the YMCA with a gym bag. I still have that philosophy. In fact, I still have that gym bag.

Anything mentionable is manageable.

His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.

I think of it often and imagine the scene clearly. Even if they come to kill me, I will tell them what they are trying to do is wrong, that education is our basic right.

When the soul hears no other calls than those of the sweet chaos of daily good and evil.

The society whose citizens are willing to stand and fight is the one with the best chance of surviving long enough for history to even notice.