I always had the desire for wisdom that comes from the act of keeping quiet and observing people's actions no matter how much time it took. That's how I came to be labelled insane by society's standards.

I've paid a price for avoiding a banal life, and I'll keep paying it.

I don't talk because I have to say something. I talk because I have something to say.

I'm no stranger to ridicule at every turn on a daily basis. I'm mostly quiet and reflective. I mind my own business. I concentrate on the job at hand until it's complete. I leave my workplace alone. I live alone. I must be doing things that make most people ridiculous!

No one became wise without almost drowning in the waters of foolishness and then grabbing the rope of self sacrifice.

The adverse effect of being a compassionate person is that very often you give mankind's cruelty the key to the cage wherein your dark self dwells. As a precaution, you need a supernatural power to restrain your dark self when that cage is opened and your dark self is given the invitation to come out.