Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls.

We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

We never look beyond our assumptions and what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves.

Yes, our eyes may perceive, yet they do not observe; they may believe, yet they do not question; they may receive yet they do not search: they are emptied of desire, with neither hunger nor passion.

If, in our world, there is any chance of becoming the person you haven't yet become...will I know how to seize that chance, turn my life into a garden that will be completely different from my forebears'?