When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

Positive thoughts lead to positive results.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.

Politeness is the most acceptable hypocrisy

I run until time stops. Until my mind stops.

In my brain were stored a thousand pictures.

Thoughts alone are potent writs of becoming.

Politics is made up largely of irrelevancies

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

You can go as far as your thoughts takes you.

We talk what we think but do what we believe.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.