The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

In such condition there is no place for industry...and which is worst of all， continual fear and danger of violent death.

"To be forgiven is only half the gift. The other half is that we also can forgive, that we can release ourselves from the old, old burden of resentment and recrimination."