My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!

In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.

I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.

One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.

Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.