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

We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

I hate artists who are not of their time.

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

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

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