Maker of love,
May the prayers I offered thee be nulled.
For I am sorely wronged
By the damsel
I drive the road you travel on.
Some times, it is broad and cosy;
Other times, it is narrow and lonely.
Time passeth and the nights cometh.
For long, they were much awaited; now, more so hated.
Each is a twin of the former,
Neither of either, any different from life beneath the blazing sun.
Man, often, is a grooming actor.
Sometimes his own devil beneath his shinning robes,
He's always seemingly lost from himself
And often married to a happy river of wrinkles on his forehead
Once I listened to the fool, But the fool speaketh naught to me. I listened to the sage, But the sage speaketh nought to me. Then I listened to myself, And there I found my clarity whole and whole. Who am I? I am the man that is neither the fool nor the sage. Neither naught nor whole, I am myself.
I have air in my lungs, a hand to write, and a brain to think. I am the most complete individual.
Life's naught but a rusted propeller in grave need of lubrication. Apply all you have to grease it wholly and your speed will go at full acceleration.
A man is happy not because he wants to be happy but because he knows how to be happy.
The tales of a dogged man are tales of great uneasiness and dissatisfaction.