Things matter because they are connected to moments. Never vice versa.
There is something deeply disturbing about overly photogenic spiritual lives.
Lies begin where hope ends.
All those words written in the dust never to be read by you.
The moment you understand you cannot break through walls is the moment you realise how to get over them.
Stolen ideas can never excel. They lack the history of the creator.
The secret agony of men without chivalry and women without grace…