Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered; it is something molded.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupery
When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun?
When did smoke learn how to fly?
You see the hut, yet you ask, “Where shall I go for shelter?”
—West African Proverb
Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.
There is one art, no more, no less. To do all things with artlessness.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.