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“His friends told him that nobody was interested in his goddam soul unless it was the priest and he managed to answer that no priest taking orders from no pope was going to tamper with his soul. They told him he didn't have any soul and left for the brothel. He took a long time to believe them because he wanted to believe them. All he wanted was to believe them and get rid of it once and for all, and he saw opportunity here to get rid of it without corruption, to be converted to nothing instead of to evil. The army sent him halfway around the world and forgot him. He was wounded and they remembered him long enough to take the shrapnel out of his chest - they said they took it out but they never showed it to him and he felt it still in there, rusted, and poisoning him - and then they sent him to another desert and forgot him again. He had all the time he could want to study his soul in and assure himself that it was not there. When he was thoroughly convinced, he saw that this was something that he had always known.”

“Human mind and body metals appear to be lost through radio frequency exposure and I call this hypothesis: Internal Human Corrosion”

“A relationship that is truly genuine does not keep changing its colors. Real gold never rusts. If a relationship is really solid and golden, it will be unbreakable. Not even Time can destroy its shine.”

“Pure gold does not rust. Only gold alloys do so. You may have golden dreams. But if you go in the company of toxic people, your become "a gold alloy" and what that means is that you can rust at any time!”

“De mens draagt een dubbele drang in zich, die tegenstrijdige impulsen veroorzaakt: enerzijds het zoeken naar opwinding, anderzijds het zoeken naar rust. Daardoor ontstaat in hen een verward programma, dat in het diepst van hun innerlijk voor hun eigen waarneming verborgen blijft en hen ertoe brengt door drukke activiteit naar rust te zoeken. De oplossing is verstrooiing, afleiding, waardoor de mens niet meer nadenkt over zichzelf, want dat is volgens hem een bron van ellende. Een aantal eeuwen later ontdekte men in het Westen een wijsheid uit het Oosten: het opheffen van het zelf is een voorwaarde om je goed te voelen.”

“Geef ons een zonsondergang van een verdronken zon, geef ons een vuurrode dageraad. Praat met de beuk en de eik, praat met de overweldigende donder. En toon wonderen als het laatste uur daar is, wanneer de blik een glimlach ontlokt, de lamp de nachtvlinder verleidt, de kinderen een droom omhelzen, de olmen een tijd van twijgen aanduiden, de heuvels worden neergedrukt door het Niets. En toon de verblindende pijl, de hemel die tot uitbarsting komt… Toon de harmonische kleuren, wanneer de ademhaling stopt en de vingers droefheden tekenen, de kinderen van glimlachen dromen, de rotsen naar de stilte luisteren, de cipressen de horizon opensplijten. Toon de rust die terugkeert, de hemel die trilt… Praat met het blaadje en de bloem, praat met de dag die verstrijkt. Geef ons een stevige, zekere hartslag. Geef ons, nu, rust.”

“It is convenient for the old men to blame Eve. To insist we are damned because a country girl talked to the snake one afternoon long ago. Children must starve in Somalia for that, and old women be abandoned in our greatest cities. It’s why we will finally be thrown into the lakes of molten lead. Because she was confused by happiness that first time anyone said she was beautiful. Nevertheless, she must be the issue, so people won’t notice that rocks and galaxies, mathematics and rust are also created in His image.”

“Hypocrites act by virtue.... They frame many counterfeits of her, with which they make an ostentatious parade, in all public assemblies, and processions; but the original of what they counterfeit, and which may indeed be said to have fallen from heaven, they produce so seldom, that it is cankered by the rust of sloth, and useless from non-application.”

“A letter, timely writ, is a rivet to the chain of affection; And a letter, untimely delayed, is as rust to the solder.”

“Yet reason frowns in war's unequal game, Where wasted nations raise a single name; And mortgag'd states their grandsire's wreaths regret, From age to age in everlasting debt; Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey To rust on medals, or on stones decay.”