The only way to deal with death is to transform everything that precedes it into art.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

And in the end, we were all just humans... drunk on the idea that love could heal our brokenness.

To see things in the seed, that is genius.

So next time someone complains that you have made a mistake, tell him that may be a good thing. Because without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.

“The mind is everything. What you think you become.“

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.