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

If a man is not peaceful and non-violent, whichever religion he belongs to, he is not a man! Violence degrades man to a low-degree creature!

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

On the wings of lies, man can only fly to the land of shame and lowness!

There must be a marsh in the brains of these men or there would not be so many frogs of wrong ideas gathered in their heads.

Every man is born to the world of chaos and all his life passes with struggle to create an order!

As long as a man has a golden heart, it does not matter whether he has green blood or blue skin!