To sense the peace of extinguished passion Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge
Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.
Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.