Moshe was an Israeli with an ear-slitting laugh. He used it in the same way as a madman uses a gun, spraying it around with bewildering randomness.

Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley

Start ignoring people who threaten your joy.
Literally, ignore them.
Say nothing.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.

A gun is no more dangerous than a cricket bat in the hands of a madman.

After all, what more does a true genius want? The mind itself is the palace where all the real treasures, the works of art, the indulgences exist.

It’s not her shape,
her face, or her hair
that makes her beautiful.
Neither is it the smoothness of her skin,
the boldness when she stands or the
perseverance in her heart.
But the condition of her heart, the
gratitude she lives by and her love for God.