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

When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.

The world is a navy in an empty ocean.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.