“Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the powerful roar of its many waters.”

I could be happy if I take control, but I’m out of control trying to make believe I’m happy..
What am I but my mind?

Maybe you’re young without youth, or maybe you’re old without knowing anything true; I think you’re young without youth.