Good things come to those who hustle.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds, it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It creates the failures. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering's, of tarnishing's.

When one is pretending the entire body revolts.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the action stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. In the end, they are always punished.

Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death

You cannot save people, you can just love them.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.