Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.

I refuse to be. In the madhouse of the inhuman I refuse to live. With the wolves of the market place I refuse to howl.

I am a shadow’s shade, a lunatic, perhaps, Of two dark moons.

My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.

I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.

Think about me lightly, think of me, and forget.

Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

I am a people watcher and I have a very good memory.

my enemies don't scared me .. but the people who say I love you

Now that I think of it, she looked splendid. I wish I had met her somewhere else. I wish I had appreciated her as she deserved. I wish that everything had gone differently.

It's crazy how the world evolves and the audience gives you an opportunity to really grow and live out your dreams.

Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.

Everybody wants to live forever, but nobody wants to grow old.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

Playing against better competition makes you better and more focused, so you can do what you have to, to win.

One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.

How lucky I am to have known someone who was so hard to say goodbye to