The cradle of the future is the grave of the past.

Moons and years pass by and are gone forever, but a beautiful moment shimmers through life a ray of light.

Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

Genius differs from talent not by the amount of original thoughts, but by making the latter fertile and by positioning them properly, in other words, by integrating everything into a whole, whereas talent produces only fragments, no matter how beautiful.

Do old people always live in the past? What yesterday was firm and true, may not be so today.

Erroneous views and presumptuousness send a talent to the insane asylum.

Reason and the ability to use it are two separate skills.