Sex doesn't satisfy for a lifetime, the more you have it, the more you want it. And the more you have it, the more you die out.

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

Blessed are those that know the path out of their carnal flesh, for they shall attain intuition.

The only way to survive after death is by breathing life into the universe before death.

Stop sleeping, Get to work! You will have much time to sleep when you die.

I don't see anything other than pretensions and low mentality in women who make a man run after a hole that would soon be inhabited by termites and worms.

Some friends are like sunny days, with false flames, oozing from afar, coming near without a dime.

If you have never did a mistake, then death is impossibe, but then, death is a possible mistake.