“There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”

All men are Prophets or else God does not exist.

To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being – like a worm.

I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.

I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

What is there to fear in such a regular world?

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.

Confidence, the sexiest thing I put on in the morning.

Tomorrow morning before we depart, I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood.

Make each day your masterpiece.

Trust that something good is up ahead.

I’m an early bird and I’m a night owl so I’m wise and I have worms.

We could all be a better version of ourselves.

If they come for me in the morning, they will come for you in the night.

There should be a better way to start a day than waking up every morning.