Experience is always a trustworthy guide; it may not tell you everything, but it never lies.
It is such a splendid sunny day and I have to go.
How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause. Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?
It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.
Stand up for what you believe in even if you are standing alone
I will cling to the rope God has thrown me in Jesus Christ, even when my numb hands can no longer feel it.
Somebody, after all, had to make a start. What we wrote and said is also believed by many others. They just don't dare express themselves as we did.
Homicide central, East New York, Where the manic-depressive psycho murderers stalk
The desire to see and the desire to ratify what one has seen are desires at odds with one another, if only because they proceed from separate places in the imagination.
All I did was write it down, one word after the other, beginning and ending with the same one, Bombay.
Love yourself and realize that whatever you attempt to achieve in Life is a direct reflection of you.