Life consists of nothing but exceptions.

What an unfortunate instrument the guitar is! An instrument of such great nobility, a genuine monarch of music-- reduced to a pitiful lump of wood with six strings, constantly abused by people with no ear and no voice.

Why was is that the Light acted through lies, and the Darkness acted though the truth? Why was is that our truth proved powerless, but lies were effective? And why was the Darkness able to manage perfectly well with truth in order to do Evil?

For every prophet there are a thousand interpreters to distort the essence of the religion, to replace the bright flame with the heat of the inquisitors' pyres.

Generally speaking, we can and should say everything. We just have to choose the right time, otherwise the truth can be worse than a lie.

How easily the truth is lost, and how persistent lies are.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.