Hope means to keep living amid desperation and to keep humming in the darkness.

There is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction$$$ and not always the most powerful.

The finest steel has to go through the hottest fire.

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had$$$ but not preserved$$$ except in memory.

Because you are alive$$$ everything is possible.

There's nothing that keeps its youth so far as I know$$$ but a tree and the truth.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Despite your best efforts$$$ people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.

Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.

The light of morning decomposes everything.