We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.
To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.