The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

If everything else were still the same, he'd have felt Zee's absence like a gaping hole. But if he could continue to reconfigure his entire life, there would be no missing place where Zee had been.

They say, timing is everything. But then they say, there is never a perfect time for anything.

A heaven on earth.

I don't labor over my drawings. I want to get freedom in the line.

To discover a system for the avoidance of war is a vital need of our civilisation.

Even nowadays some people see me as a "vreemde eend in de bijt" [translated literally as the strange duck in the pond. In other words, an outsider].

One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.

Most youth still hold the same values of their parents…if we do not alter this pattern, if we don’t resocialize, our system will decay.

Being grown up is boring. Besides, I don't get jazz.

Give me extension and motion and I will construct the universe.