Success makes me happy, but it doesn’t give me peace. Because I do believe that success is not enough for our cause. We are born to struggle and nothing must deceive us.

I wonder how it is possible to believe in religion and also believe nothing is wrong with you.

Never bet anything on men’s stupidity and on women’s virginity; the former believe they aren’t, while the latter believe they might be.

I wonder either their God has turned old, sick or died, because even the religious people no more believe in shit.

To find yourself different than others, you must believe,behave and act differently.

How do we still believe that human nature is not evil when 60 years old men rape 3 years innocent girls?

My first struggle thought me that there is no such thing as luck, but the second made me believe you certainly need it sometimes.

Only a few of us believe in reality of dreams and actuality of love; but we all devote ourselves to that uncertainty and hesitation.

There are moments in life that one certainly believes he is alive.