Creation, even when it is a mere outpouring from the heart, wishes to find a public. By definition, creation is sociable. Yet it can be satisfied with merely one single reader: an old friend, a lover.

It is in the nature of things that some people should be unlucky enough to get their heads chopped off.

Hope is like a path in the countryside.

Though science has given us many marvels, it has also spoiled many of our pleasant dreams.

Since someone ate crabs, others must have eaten spiders as well. However, they were not tasty. So afterwards, people stopped eating them. These people also deserve our heartfelt gratitude.

I could not blot out hope, for hope belongs to the future.

Trust only him who doubts.