An Actor is the only honest hypocrite.

The Actor is a sculptor who carves in ice.

An Actor is any element that bends space around itself.

The Actor is an athlete of the heart.

An Algorithm is simply a recipe: take two eggs, beat them, stir in a heated pan with some butter for a few moments—hey presto, a small bowl of scrambled eggs.

An Algorithm is an automated past, where, for example, the programming of self-driving cars always represent past states of human style.

Algorithm is a word used by programmers when they do not want to explain what they did.

An Apology is never sufficient — A wound is not cured by the unbending of the bow.

Apology is, on some occasions, nothing but rudeness.

Apology is only egotism wrong side out.

An Apology only accounts for that which it does not alter.

Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.

Breath is like an insect: its flight goes every which way, a butterfly-fragrance. Can you ever tell whose breath it is that catches you in a crowd?

Breath is circular, like the horizon on the open sea, a circle-fragrance. No one direction. It simply surrounds.

Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living.