Hell is a hell of a lie! God is not a torturer!
Wind is the heart of the wave, the spoon of the sea and the angry bull of the ships. Without wind, there is no ardour, no agitation!
A man who can be happy with the crumbs of light in the dark corridors of life infinitely deserves the brightest Sun!
I gave up myself, but myself did not give up me; and so, I am still myself!
Let the world know your dreams, my friend; realise them!
London and Fog! When these two come together, it is time to be a writer!