There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

All people are enslaved by something.

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.