Perfection is perfectly simple; fouling things up requires true skill.

Thoughts are the gun, words are the bullets, deeds are the target, the bulls-eye is heaven.

Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.

The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity.

Conscience is the window of our spirit, evil is the curtain.

Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it.

Death is the final wake-up call.