A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
All people are enslaved by something.
To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.
I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.