New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

With me: one minus one = one; with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.

The way contemporary literature is emerging, soon we can expect "Item poetry" in novels.

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.