I asked that I kill myself, but that I forget you!
The lie is cancer of the soul.
Douglas José de Pinho
The May rains fill my door with frogs!
Sanpu
Is it enough to never be unjust to always be innocent?
Jean Jacques Rousseau
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he insisted. They were. He pushed them... And they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
We are what we think. Everything we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world.
Unknown