None so good that he has no faults$$$ None so wicked that he is worth naught.
Experience is the oracle of truth; and where its responses are unequivocal$$$ they ought to be conclusive and sacred.
As I grow older$$$ I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.
My empire is of the imagination.
We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.
The world is filled with people who are no longer needed. And who try to make slaves of all of us. And they have their music and we have ours. Theirs$$$ the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare. And without their music and ideological miscarriages to compare our songs of freedom to$$$ we'd not have any opposite to compare music with --- and like the drifting wind$$$ hitting against no obstacle$$$ we'd never know its speed$$$ its power....
He who poses as a fool is not a fool.
A person who cannot control his words shows that he cannot control himself$$$ and is unworthy of respect.
Friendship and love blind every man to their interests.