Although it is generally known, I think it's about time to announce that I was born at a very early age.

Beauty is variable, ugliness is constant.

Change occurs in direct proportion to dissatisfaction, but dissatisfaction never changes.

Death is the final wake-up call.

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.

To awake from death is to die in peace.

Death is feared as birth is forgotten.

Action cures fear, inaction creates terror.

If food were free, why work?

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.