Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.

Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.

Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers.

To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

The year 1999, seventh month, [or simply "sept"] From the sky will come a great King of Terror. To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, Before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

The body without soul is no longer at the sacrifice. At the day of death it come to rebirth. The divine spirit will make the soul rejoice seeing the eternity of the world.

The year 1999, seventh month, from the sky will come a great King of Terror: to bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

We need god to prosper those without him will not.

Your neighbour is your nearest family.

Fighting for peace, is like f***ing for chastity

Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.

By far the most significant event in finance during the past decade has been the extraordinary development and expansion of financial derivatives.

Planning a career, I always find that such a tricky thing, because I don't have much of a plan, really.

The great challenge for the garden designer is not to make the garden look natural, but to make the garden so that the people in it will feel natural.

Every time you stop a school, you will have to build a jail. What you gain at one end you lose at the other. It's like feeding a dog on his own tail. It won't fatten the dog.

Ordinary human laws are the means - however imperfect - by which we express our understanding of the enduring moral law.

So it's the greatest compliment in the world when people want to hear you sing. That means it feels good to them, so I keep doing it.

Good wine needs no bush.