Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

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

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?