Any programming language is at its best before it is implemented and used. Anything is possible, anything can happen. On a flimsy ground of reality, imagination spins marvelous patterns.

I find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something.

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

The world, life and human beings are only an illusion, a phantom, a dream image.

Because in the midst of happiness there is always a seed of unhappiness; it consumes itself like fire--it can't burn forever, sooner or later it must die; and this presentiment of the end destroys my happiness when it is at is height.

I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

I dream, therefore I exist.