If anyone is crazy enough to want to kill a president of the United States, he can do it. All read more

If anyone is crazy enough to want to kill a president of the United States, he can do it. All he must be prepared to do is give his life for the president's.

Life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning.

Life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning.

Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person read more

Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.

The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.

The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.

Life is hard. After all it kills you.

Life is hard. After all it kills you.

Real life seems to have no plots.

Real life seems to have no plots.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it read more

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued read more

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.

We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and
that is death!
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We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and
that is death!
[Fr., On entre, on crie,
Et c'est la vie!
On baille, on sort,
Et c'est la mort!]