We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Oblivion cures the old wounds.

Every man needs his Siren to check his courage and strength when he hears her song in his travels through the unknown.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

The world is God’s salvation.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.