Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!

Don't draw the line before stupidity. It'll take it as a start.

No air, no balloons!

My expectations for the future? A beautiful past.

While the truth is putting on its shoes, the lie becomes a president!

I'm not a saint! Thanks God!

Even the wheel of fortune can run over you.

While the truth is putting on its shoes, the lie becomes a champion of a long-distance running.

Life is a circle. It spins you around.