I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]

I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.

Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.

Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.

Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

Think of strength, dream of strength, live of strength.

For those who have a great attitude, their life fills with an abundance of beauty, which deserves gratitude.

If you believe everything you feel is an illusion then you’re delusional. Your emotion is part you. You’re made with it. Denying it and thinking it is all your mind, is denying your existence.

When I remember my mother, it makes me really sad. But, when I remember my father, it makes me smile.

When I really need it, talking is the best way to deal with emotional pain.

Computers are not accountable. People are.

Literature is by definition opinionated. It is bound to provoke the arguments in many quarters, not excluding the hometown or even the family of the author.

The time will come when mankind will begin to get away from the consciousness of needing so many material things. More security and peace will be found in the simple life.

It is hard to write about politicians, see them at such close range, and still think of any of them as heroes.

Hey, boss? (Vik) Not now, Vik. (Syn) Dude, listen to the metallic life form. (Vik)