Wasted nonsense; I die more each day and yet I cannot beat my cowardice.

I see everything I want, but nothing that I like.

Let be known that I am unknown, unknown as a gnome that lives on his own, with little a home except for a stone; a stone that’s a home to only a gnome; a gnome, a gnome, that lives on his own.

Famine is the yearning heart of an ugly poet.

Some of us have plenty whilst some others have a lot, but those who don’t have any are the ones who get forgot.

Misery plagues my mind,
Solitude plagues my soul,
Vanity plagues my world,
Uncertainty plagues my goal.

The pain of knowing that not knowing is better, is deeply inferior to the pain of actually knowing when you knew you were right.

I understand nothing, except that I understand nothing.

The pessimist said “it cannot be done”,
The optimist said “it can”,
The realist said “one of you is right, but the other is certainly wrong”.

I am not a writer, I just like to write.
I am not a thinker, I just like to think.
If I think what I write, then I like what I do.
When I like what I do, I think what I write.
But I am not a thinker, or a writer or alike.

I just like what I’m thinking, so I write what I like.

A free thinker thought of a thought that freed him from thinking, was it a free thought that he thought, or was it a forced thought, thought for the purpose of being freed?

Benevolence is the quest of morality.

Unlucky is he, who doesn’t like tea!

Dear Cupid,

You must be an idiot.

Regards,
Julian

Sleep feeds the night, money feeds the the poor. Seeing feeds the light, action feeds the bore.

I dream of the day I’ll say “I dreamt of this day”.

For want of a kingdom, the world was lost.

Ethics is the practice of abstaining from vanity.

Wistful on beauty is art in emotion.

Wise men say wise things, but wiser men say nothing.

Simplification is the key to evolution.

22 years old on 09/09/09… at 09:09a.

Love is the wasp in my heart. Beauty, the tears in my eyes.

Forget not what you owe, but that what you are owed.

What is nothing, if not something?

If all wise men follow other wise men, is the first wise man any wiser than the last?

Think of a mind full of thoughts, whose thoughts will be thinking of minds, whose minds will be thinking of thoughts on the minds, of other minds thinking that thought.

The wise will watch the wiser whilst the wisest watch the witless.

Society is nothing but a group of deranged animals; they flock together and mime each other like the dumbest of sheep.

To think a fool is foolish is to think a foolish thought.

What the Moon is to the worm, is the beauty to the critic.

Welcome to minimalism.