“There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.”

“Nothing is quite so wretchedly corrupt as an aristocracy which has lost its power but kept its wealth and which still has endless leisure to devote to nothing but banal enjoyments. All its great thoughts and passionate energy are things of the past, and nothing but a host of petty, gnawing vices now cling to it like worms to a corpse.”

“Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust - of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold - smells of nothing.”

“Nothing is lost. Nothing is forgotten.
It was in the blood, the flesh,
And now it is forever.”

““Now, boy, now…” he said bewilderedly, “what is all this talk of glory? Have you caught the sickness, too? Curse me for a blind beggar, I should have seen. This fever has cankered even your simple heart, hasn’t it, Simon? I’m sorry. It takes a strong will or practiced eye to see through the glitter to the rotten core.””

“Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.”

“Nothing in all creation is so like God as stillness.”

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everything's possible
Nothing is true.”

“I've committed to nothing… and that's just suicide… by tiny, tiny increments.”

“Regarding the fitness craze: America has lost its soul; now it's trying to save its body.”