A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship.

Escribir es una forma de terapia, a veces pienso que todos deberían escribir, así no habría necesidad de psicoanalistas.

Happiness is the very nature of the self; happiness and the self are not different. There is no happiness in any object of the world. We imagine through our ignorance that we derive happiness from objects.