There is a time for the maturing of thoughts such as there is a time for the maturing of wheat, of wine, of stars...

The people are suffering and the rulers clink their cups. What color is their wine?...

The thought is stronger that the sky above when the man hopes, and weaker than the butterfly's wing flap when he has lost its way and cries like a helpless beast or says nothing at all...

Interpretation is a thinker's privilege.

More brainpower means more chaos to contain.

The one who woke up thinking he lives for nothing, has lost a night in vain.