Historical experience is written in iron and blood.

A man never goes so far as when he does not know whither he is going.

The nicest thing for me is sleep$$$ then at least I can dream.

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.

Beauty$$$ like truth$$$ is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it.

You can be young only once$$$ but you can be immature forever.

The whole of reality was just a vain attempt to imitate the world of words.

Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.

Words are loaded pistols.

Our true nationality is mankind.