Spring is the ultimate genius of the existence and the utter ladder of the lovers ascending to the infinity.

Religion does not belong to God; it belongs to the human reaction against mortality!

When you jump onto the emptiness of the loneliness, the best parachute to land you safely will be the books!

Real love and Sun have something in common; they are so bright that they don't have shadows, they are free of darkness...

Autumn is an honest month; it does not delude man like spring does! It shows him the dark face of life, the tragedy, the rot, the separation, the sadness!

In the presence of death, no philosophy of life can feel triumphant!

Challenging the truth is like playing tennis against the wall! The defeat is inevitable!