"It is not the same as sorrow for this or that...
If someone asks me what is the matter, I do not know, I cannot say.
It may fall upon me in the midst of action.
Why am I doing this? It is vain and purposeless.
A curtain falls between me and the world.
I may try to evade it by plunging again into distraction,
but something remains to tell me this is hopeless.
I can no longer participate in routine affairs.
I seem to be excluded. My daily existence is dead and joyless.
This is the work of dread that slumbers within me."
"To permit another person to disturb your mental equilibrium is to offer yourself in slavery to him, or even worse, because a slave is one in body only, whereas you have made your soul servile to him. Any person capable of angering you becomes your master; he can anger you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by him.”
That's why I'm sitting here with you, because you remind me of you, your eyes, your throat, your lips ... Everything about you reminds me of you! Except you. -Groucho Marx
I don't have a photograph. I'd give you my footprints, but they're upstairs in my socks. -Groucho Marx
"My comrades and my beloved, upon your way you shall meet men with hoofs; give them your wings. And men with horns; give them wreaths of laurel. And men with claws; give them petals for fingers. And men with forked tongues; give them honey words." --Kahlil Gibran, The Garden of The Prophet