The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.
Everything solid was first an idea.
Mediocrity inspires neither great love nor hate.
Understanding precedes peace.
It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.