Never Laugh At Those Who Suffer; Suffer

The Man Who Fights Against His Own Country Is Never A Hero.

No One Can Keep A Secret Better Than A Child.

Stupidity Talks, Vanity Acts.

All That Was Neither A City, Nor A Church, Nor A River, Nor Color, Nor Light, Nor Shadow: It Was Reverie. For A Long Time, I Remained Motionless, Letting Myself Be Penetrated Gently By This Unspeakable Ensemble, By The Serenity Of The Sky And The Melancholy Of The Moment. I Do Not Know What Was Going On In My Mind, And I Could Not Express It; It Was One Of Those Ineffable Moments When One Feels Something In Himself Which Is Going To Sleep And Something Which Is Awakening.

Life Is The Flower For Which Love Is The Honey.