Hope without love is hopeless.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

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

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

There are no winners in real games.