If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

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

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.

Those who hate rain hate life.