The Richness Of Life Lies In Memories

Now That I've Seen What War Is, What Civil War Is, I Know That Everybody, If One Day It Should End, Ought To Ask Himself: "and What Shall We Make Of The Fallen? Why Are They Dead?" I Wouldn't Know What To Say. Not Now, At Any Rate. Nor Does It Seem To Me That The Others Know. Perhaps Only Dead Know, And Only For Them Is The War Really Over.

I Spent The Whole Evening Sitting Before A Mirror To Keep Myself Company.

A Dream Is A Creation Of The Intelligence, The Creator Being Present But Not Knowing How It Will End.

Don't Mix Wine And Women.

If You Wish To Travel Far And Fast, Travel Light. Take Off All Your Envies, Jealousies, Unforgiveness, Selfishness And Fears.