I am quite certain that God would breathe a cosmic sigh of relief if people stopped believing.
I feel most sane when in the company of those who believe they are sane.
Nearly everything I write is a deserted novel, poem or suicide note masquerading as a clever quip.
I do not know what lies beyond our mortal lives, but that it is something hilariously ironic can be discerned in the smug grin of the human skull.
Wisdom is regret dressed in its finest livery.
Objectivity: a tool that makes itself available when we are too dispassionate to care.
“The stars do not brush against us, thus they conserve their splendor.” (Baltasar Gracian)
Words of wisdom to be heeded by Romantics everywhere.