A collection of aphorisms
Some people worship reason. So many more worship money. Even more worship themselves.
Fly past those nets. Race. Nationality. Religion. Hang me by the neck
But only if I ever, ever, get free of that bloody penguin.
♥ Ways of seeing things: nature is so beautiful. Is she in love with herself? She was. Now she cries
As dust motes settle and breathing becomes slower and heavier and less secure
On this warm afternoon, time is long, but at times, time is short, shorter still.
♥ Evil men seek to belittle simple goodness, they mock the innocent, burn holy fools. They are afraid. They panic
A bad woman can please the eye.
Wine enhances dull perspicacity.
Inside, at the core, all things are one thing.
It is hard to be born; harder to die ♥
To live on this warm September day is so full of ease that it awakens the spirit of love
We forget fate, as dust motes sparkle in a beam of light.
A quivering mirage approaches the hot, Italian night.