I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

To think is an act. To feel is a fact.

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

I work only with lost and founds.

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

I, who called love my hope for love.