Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

Dreams are necessary to life.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.