Man’s mind is a coast of great monuments, the source of wild and complex dreams and accomplishments that physical eyes have not seen.

Complex is something that distort our perception of ourselves and the world.

My relationship with him was defined by these complex emotions, this mixture of gratitude and resentment.

The beautiful wooden board on a stand in my father’s study. The gleaming ivory pieces. The stern king. The haughty queen. The noble knight. The pious bishop. And the game itself, the way each piece contributed its individual power to the whole. It was simple. It was complex. It was savage; it was elegant. It was a dance; it was a war. It was finite and eternal. It was life.

Simplicity saves strength.

Do the most difficult thing if that is what will pay you. Dust the Rust if you Must. Success never comes with ease.

I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

Nothing in this universe is complex to understand than the universe itself. Everything else is as frugal as a cold wave.

An inferiority complex distorts reality.

A complex is stealing energy from our personality.