In the normality of life, there is nothing - it's as if we never existed

Despite being full of life, you come to realise the fact that you are also dying. We are all dying. All on a timer, counting down, taking us towards our inevitable end. How can you not have compassion, empathy and love for others who are dying?

You fall down a well. The first friend says it’s your fault. The second friend listens and spreads the news to others. The third friend throws down a rope and encourages you to pull yourself up. We never find out who are friends are until we fall.

Many misconstrue love and happiness as if one led to the other. If good morals lead to suffering and bad morals lead to treasures, anyone pursuing love for happiness should prepare themselves for divorce. Love is a continuous struggle, not a happy ending.

If you don’t have a plan, you’ll be dammed.

Success comes from the absence of ignorance.

We should each be free to develop our own talents, whatever they may be, and not be held back by artificial barriers.

Stabilize the fable then enfeebles your enabler.

People say that “religion is the route to all evil” yet I’ve only ever lost friends to politics.

Life bears witness to the symphony of perfectly painful ironies, like our ability to reveal our hearts and minds to those we will never share them with.