The hermit is he who needs a friend, and in the absence of a community has befriended himself.

Identity seems to be non-existent at a personal level—at best we can end up in a minority, and those who discuss it most are just those people who are aware of its absence in themselves.

Most parents are so convinced of their little darling’s innocence that, by proxy, in rallying for junior’s purity they come to believe in their own innocence—as if duplicating oneself will make a right!

Those who do not preach life but live it do not smile to the lily near the bank; they look for stones and hang on.

There may be deep thought, but deep people don’t exist. Our bodies must float on the surface, otherwise we drown.

Cockroach: What is war?
Man: How we lost the human race.