If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.
For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.