In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.

Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.

Great events have sent before them their announcements.