“Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.”

“We were putting into these gomers our fear of death, but who knew if they feared death? Perhaps they welcomed death like a dear long-lost cousin, grown old but still known, coming to visit, relieving the loneliness, the failing of the senses, the fury of the half-blind looking into the mirror and not recognizing who is looking back, a dear friend, a dear reliever, a healer who would be with them for an eternity, the same eternity as the long ago, before birth.”

“When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.”

“Dreamers conquered the world long ago.”

“Did you ever wonder if the person in the picture is the same one you see when you look in the mirror?" - "That's the eternal question, isn't it? Are we born who we are, or do we make ourselves that way?”

“By looking into the mirror of others, we come to see the reflection of ourselves”