Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.

All people are enslaved by something.

Earth is the source of light.

Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown.

I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.

The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.